I know there are a lot of writers out there, and I want to see your writings about the Night Court in the comments! I’m not much of a writer but I’ll start: A sea of glitter covers the ground as frozen flakes drift gently from the sky. The moon’s soft glow illuminates the mountains as they stretch towards the heavens. A slow breeze drifts lazily between the trees, encouraging them to sway to a rhythm only they can hear. The chill doesn’t bother you, in fact it makes you feel warmer inside. The stars hang above you and wink occasionally to remind you that you are not alone. From time to time one of them escapes, leaving a bright trail as it eagerly races towards the snowy court below. The air smells of magic and pine. In other words, it smells like home. You watch the last falling star with a smile and decide it’s time to head inside.
I know there are a lot of writers out there, and I want to see your writings about the Night Court in the comments!
I’m not much of a writer but I’ll start:
A sea of glitter covers the ground as frozen flakes drift gently from the sky. The moon’s soft glow illuminates the mountains as they stretch towards the heavens.
A slow breeze drifts lazily between the trees, encouraging them to sway to a rhythm only they can hear. The chill doesn’t bother you, in fact it makes you feel warmer inside.
The stars hang above you and wink occasionally to remind you that you are not alone. From time to time one of them escapes, leaving a bright trail as it eagerly races towards the snowy court below.
The air smells of magic and pine. In other words, it smells like home. You watch the last falling star with a smile and decide it’s time to head inside.
This was posted right when I needed it, finals week here we come 🦇
Good luck!
I already know this one is going to be my new go to
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