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Free writing challange 1: Dream
18 years ago
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This is for you, you and you. (Well all you writers out there):
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Mood: Bashful
day left till I'm 21... 6 days left.
More about my self: I am a proud furry.
My species: Lion
Challenge: give yourself 25-30 min to write about your dream, do not edit or anything Just write... if your brave enough to post I will be willing to read it.
My dream: It's about my mate's Fursona... or the one to come I hope.
Mine free writing:
The warm ambient light that was emitted from the small alabaster lamp that hung from wall just above my writing desk, filled my soul with a mellow and somber warmth. The room smelled like blueberries from the scented oil that was use in it. I leaned back on my rosewood chair, it let out a set of low groans and creaks as like it was complaining about me leaning back on it. My paws were busy with the almost musical tapping of my pencil which was followed by the sounds of it rubbing on the paper set before me. I failed to hear the the soft footfall of a person behind me untill I felt a par of strong white furred arms with black stripes wrap around my shoulders, silky fingers stroking the side of my muzzle coaxing me to lean my head back a bit in delight. Smiling I looked back upon my loved one's face with full grin as she smiled back the spots of her face and neck shifted as she shook her head and mouthed the words. "Your silly."
day left till I'm 21... 6 days left.
More about my self: I am a proud furry.
My species: Lion
Challenge: give yourself 25-30 min to write about your dream, do not edit or anything Just write... if your brave enough to post I will be willing to read it.
My dream: It's about my mate's Fursona... or the one to come I hope.
Mine free writing:
The warm ambient light that was emitted from the small alabaster lamp that hung from wall just above my writing desk, filled my soul with a mellow and somber warmth. The room smelled like blueberries from the scented oil that was use in it. I leaned back on my rosewood chair, it let out a set of low groans and creaks as like it was complaining about me leaning back on it. My paws were busy with the almost musical tapping of my pencil which was followed by the sounds of it rubbing on the paper set before me. I failed to hear the the soft footfall of a person behind me untill I felt a par of strong white furred arms with black stripes wrap around my shoulders, silky fingers stroking the side of my muzzle coaxing me to lean my head back a bit in delight. Smiling I looked back upon my loved one's face with full grin as she smiled back the spots of her face and neck shifted as she shook her head and mouthed the words. "Your silly."
