I've been writing for 10 minutes every morning recently. No boundaries, no limits, just writing whatever comes to mind with a partlicular word. This text below is from the exercise I did this morning. It's always interesting to see what comes out.
The snowflakes fell to ground like icy feathers. The soft breeze effortlessly whisked them up the snow covered street. I could see them shining in the street lights that glowed a warm orange glow.
It was cold outside. There's was no life. The trees had dropped all their leaves and looked like frozen soldiers. It was quiet. So quite that the sound of my footsteps pressing into snow sounded like I was a lot bigger than I actually am.
A chill shivered up my arms and down my legs. My heart was beating fast, pounding against the inside of my ribs.
My lips were drying out and there was a sticky taste in my mouth. Surrounded by all this frozen water I couldn’t have was hell when all I wanted was a drink. My lips were cracking and they began to sting as the snowflakes continued to fall out of the black sky.
The snowflakes were so fine that they'd melt in my. You had to be braves to be out here with no gloves but I left in a hurry and left them behind. There was a universe of emotions colliding with each other inside me. The air was so cold and yet I felt like I was burning. Saying goodbye always hurts. There's a moment when you know that whatever you had is never coming back.