So I recently stated following Nadia from cottage notebook on twitter, and as part of New Year she set up a creative writing group of Facebook. The idea is to help creativity, and so using weekly prompts (last week was Nature) try and write everyday. Last week the goal was to try and write 100 words a day. Unfortunately a lot of shit is going on in real life, but I did manage to do some writing on two days.
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Long, wide path, much like a river bed, winding downhill. Except I’m walking against the current that isn’t there. Leaves cover the floor, knee deep in places, even deeper in the drifts that the wind has blown up at the bend. The ceiling of the forest is mostly bare, the breeze and squirrels making those last few leaves shake on their branches whilst their fallen comrades decorate the floor with their mottled browns and golds, the reminders of another summer gone. The tall, skinny trunks of the sweet chestnut trees stretch as far as the eye can see, giving peace in isolation that’s really on my backdoor step.
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Early in the morning the howling wind woke me from deep sleep.
Loudly the wind screamed around the corner of the house, whistling down the chimney, battering at the door.
Eleanor was finally here, I heard of her coming on the radio the day before.
Amber warnings in place across the county. Power outages, trains stopped, roads blocked. Cross country chaos.
News filled with weather based stories, keeping all other news at bay.
Our commute to work slower, the walk into the head wind difficult . Thank goodness for woollens.
Reality will slowly return, the world going back to business as usual. Until the next storm rolls in.
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