Willow Tree
No matter what, I'm not guilty
I took a creative writing course this semester! Produced a few pieces I'm proud of, so I'm just going to post them all here to keep track of!
Week 1: Themes: Personification / observation
1. The water of the bright blue stream held its misty breath in anticipation
The crisp air froze as it wondered whether the event they waited for would be pleasing or detrimental
Until the tree's let out a sigh, their green children dancing in the wind.
2. Birds chirping as feathers floated down to the well-kept grass. The quiet huffs of a lone woman jogging along as the sun painted her shadow onto the concrete, her tennis shoes thundering against it as she continued on her way. The buzzing of machinary echoed in the air as it painted the smell of freshly-mown grass in the area. The leash in my hands tugged and I turned around to see white and brown fur settling on the grass, furry tail tucked down as the canine refused to approach the workers out of skittish fear for the humming grass cutters. With a sigh, I am forced to turn around and follow my companion, elated to not have to face his fears on this day. A stray bug drifts too close as it gets nipped at in the air, terrifying it much like the grass eaters had the dog. A stray windchime barely sung to the air as I passed it, to which my dog completely ignored as he dug his nose between the blades of grass that had yet to be cut.
Week 1: Themes: Personification / observation
1. The water of the bright blue stream held its misty breath in anticipation
The crisp air froze as it wondered whether the event they waited for would be pleasing or detrimental
Until the tree's let out a sigh, their green children dancing in the wind.
2. Birds chirping as feathers floated down to the well-kept grass. The quiet huffs of a lone woman jogging along as the sun painted her shadow onto the concrete, her tennis shoes thundering against it as she continued on her way. The buzzing of machinary echoed in the air as it painted the smell of freshly-mown grass in the area. The leash in my hands tugged and I turned around to see white and brown fur settling on the grass, furry tail tucked down as the canine refused to approach the workers out of skittish fear for the humming grass cutters. With a sigh, I am forced to turn around and follow my companion, elated to not have to face his fears on this day. A stray bug drifts too close as it gets nipped at in the air, terrifying it much like the grass eaters had the dog. A stray windchime barely sung to the air as I passed it, to which my dog completely ignored as he dug his nose between the blades of grass that had yet to be cut.