forum Find a picture and describe it (Writing Practice)

Started December 30, 2020 by @NotSoBeautifulDiseaster group

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After skidding to a clear stop, He reached over to his left shoulder before unzipping his arm off having it drop to the ground like a discarded sleeve

Josuke gazed out onto the golden sky. Everything seems to be resolved for the time being, with that fact he cracked a little smile

Kage continued investigating into how they ended up in this place, surrounded by muggy tile floor in a harlequin pattern, and the only light they had was the light from the few lamps that lt up the area, and even so, lit it dimly. The investigation led to a white-haired male with fairy-like wings. A few questions were asked, then Kage went onward.

The sky was masked in a singular grey cloud as rain seeped out its pores coating the city, In the mass Bruno waited by the purple-tinted apartment with an umbrella in hand. He slightly raised up revealing his gaze

The smell of peach ran through my nose as I lay my books down on my desk with a wary precision. Now that everything had been laid out in front of me, I could finally finish the art project that I'd been procrastinating on for weeks now. For once, I can feel that sense of completionism again; the same sense that triggers my perfectionism. I'll finally be able to do this right.

Yukako walk out of the school with her school bag clutched between her legs, The wind carrying her ink-black hair in waves accompanied by leaves

I gazed upon the gently lit library, scanning the tall bookshelves with my eyes yet standing perfectly still. The room seemed like a mess at first, but the more I look at it, the clearer it becomes that everything was placed these ways on purpose. Every book's misalignment and the plants scattered placement was purposeful. Everything done in this room was done with intention, and the outcome was grand.

Bruno stared off against the pastel-tinted sky before cracking a smile

I don't know where I am, or how I got here. Something about the room in the middle of the dark forest feels familiar, but only vaguely. Like something that I may have seen in a dream before. The walls and the floor are all the same dirty grey, that may have once been white. I don't even know if what I'm seeing is real, but I want to get out of here. There's an eerie quietness in the air, and I can't shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen. At the far side of the room is the only way out– two reflective metal doors, but it's being guarded by Them.
They're people, at least I think they are. They look more like something drawn by a child.
Right now, they're the only thing between me and my way out.
I tentatively step forward, and as I do the realization dawns on me that I have been here before. I don't know when, but I know that last time there was someone with me. They might have meant something to me at one point, but right now I'm struggling to picture their face. Even their name is just a black empty void in my mind. But we used to play all the time. I don't know who they are, but I find myself wishing that they were here with me. I don't want to be alone anymore.
I want out.
Let me out.

The waves crash against rocks as salt water sprays in the air, peppering the air with it's scent. Canopies hanged from every tree in a square mile radius. The sea breeze rocked my canopy. The shadow soothed my sun-tinged skin. The sand absorbed the blaring sunlight, serving as a mini heater for my toes

Daisy bell sang in the background, humming a sweet tune. The sky was the bluest I'd ever seen, just one still shade of teal with one cloud floating in the sky, the plain froze in time without the lightest breeze floating through the air.

Huh? Static came from somewhere, There's a black figure in the background. I wonder- "Don't ask, Don't ask silly questions" The voices ordered

Right I'm losing my way…

As I stare out at the empty road, I am reminded of my past. I treated you poorly, didn't I? I don't regret it though. What is there to regret? Sure, you may have hated me for the things I did, but it didn't matter. I'm all on my own again.

I call out to you as I stare further into the distance, "You never chose to do those things. I made you."