Daily 3-25-2024
id: 750170
category: Things I'm Making and Creating
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--Artsy_Girl--
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Was it possible to lose all hope in the snap of your fingers?
The clouds were gray, the leaves were brown, the grass was a pale yellow. Where did I go wrong?
There was no point in trying anymore as I walked down dull pathways through dying forests. Night was coming and all yellow warmth had faded, leaving only black darkness. It wasn't bad. It could be comforting, as the earth reflected what I felt. I shoved my hands in my pockets and continued on, weak with every step down the hard earth.
Out of the corner of my eye, a little fox sprung up before me. It trotted before me, tilting its head at me. I mirrored it, tilting my head, not smiling. It yipped. Its bright orange fur stood out among the trees.
“You don't belong here,” I whispered. “You're too bright and happy for these dull woods.” It whined, turning in a full circle before looking at me again. It was just like a puppy. I gave it a half smile. Perhaps a bit too generous.
Maybe I needed to smile. Maybe I needed to finally step away from the bleak and gray, from this. To accept all the good things coming my way, rather than turn them down and continue to wallow in the misery that I was putting myself into. I groaned, where were all these questions coming from? These doubts and new ideas and hope? Whatever.
I looked back up at the clouds. I could see a peak of blue from behind. That only made me frown.
“What do you want?” I asked the fox as it whined. It scampered up before me and I knelt down. I knew it wouldn't hurt me. Not now, the fox was too happy to do that now. Yet, I was sure I was draining that happiness. The little bit of sun that might've shown through cracks between the clouds disappeared, and we were left in shadow. Yet the colorful flame of a fox still stood in front of me, coloring the shadows a brighter color.
“You clearly want something.” It poked its head into my backpack, biting down on something and dragging it out before me. It put a paw on the plastic-baggie it dragged out filled with jerky. I gave it an “ah” and opened the bag, giving a piece to the fox to eat. It sat down, wanting more. I gave it more until I ran out, but it was not satisfied. I stood up and brushed myself off. A little bit of light in my dark day. I smiled a little bit more than last time and the fox yipped and ran off.
Strange creature. I looked up at the sky again. The dark clouds hiding blue and bright yellow were parting. Light shone down on my face, and I sighed in the bright light. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Then I continued walking. Maybe not all hope was lost.
Haha it's not very good, but I did a daily!! (for the first time in like ten days *cough*)
exactly 500 words
The clouds were gray, the leaves were brown, the grass was a pale yellow. Where did I go wrong?
There was no point in trying anymore as I walked down dull pathways through dying forests. Night was coming and all yellow warmth had faded, leaving only black darkness. It wasn't bad. It could be comforting, as the earth reflected what I felt. I shoved my hands in my pockets and continued on, weak with every step down the hard earth.
Out of the corner of my eye, a little fox sprung up before me. It trotted before me, tilting its head at me. I mirrored it, tilting my head, not smiling. It yipped. Its bright orange fur stood out among the trees.
“You don't belong here,” I whispered. “You're too bright and happy for these dull woods.” It whined, turning in a full circle before looking at me again. It was just like a puppy. I gave it a half smile. Perhaps a bit too generous.
Maybe I needed to smile. Maybe I needed to finally step away from the bleak and gray, from this. To accept all the good things coming my way, rather than turn them down and continue to wallow in the misery that I was putting myself into. I groaned, where were all these questions coming from? These doubts and new ideas and hope? Whatever.
I looked back up at the clouds. I could see a peak of blue from behind. That only made me frown.
“What do you want?” I asked the fox as it whined. It scampered up before me and I knelt down. I knew it wouldn't hurt me. Not now, the fox was too happy to do that now. Yet, I was sure I was draining that happiness. The little bit of sun that might've shown through cracks between the clouds disappeared, and we were left in shadow. Yet the colorful flame of a fox still stood in front of me, coloring the shadows a brighter color.
“You clearly want something.” It poked its head into my backpack, biting down on something and dragging it out before me. It put a paw on the plastic-baggie it dragged out filled with jerky. I gave it an “ah” and opened the bag, giving a piece to the fox to eat. It sat down, wanting more. I gave it more until I ran out, but it was not satisfied. I stood up and brushed myself off. A little bit of light in my dark day. I smiled a little bit more than last time and the fox yipped and ran off.
Strange creature. I looked up at the sky again. The dark clouds hiding blue and bright yellow were parting. Light shone down on my face, and I sighed in the bright light. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Then I continued walking. Maybe not all hope was lost.
Haha it's not very good, but I did a daily!! (for the first time in like ten days *cough*)
exactly 500 words