Brooke Black
New member
Life was like a dance to her as she moved she would close her eye’s trying to imagine the world moving before her. She loved the sound the birds would make when taking her in sight. She would move gracefully among the forest floor, spreading her light with every step she made. Her hair blonde like sunbursts of light would move, twirling with her. Her smile evident as she moved, her feet on the earth. The moon shining down on her.
Only something small. Trying to get into the writing mood. Suffering from writers block. ;(
Only something small. Trying to get into the writing mood. Suffering from writers block. ;(