Snaith narrative writing//The Forest


Wandering relentlessly through the forest she looked and looked. The trees towered above supervising her search and the leaves crumbled beneath her feet. The wind swept all around her sending her hair into a flurry of auburn. She would not be distracted. She needed to keep her focus. With her eyes set on the prize she continued on down the desolate path further into the midst of the forest.

I didn’t mean to let it go. It flew out of my hand before I could grasp it. The crumbled sheet went twirling through the air before my very eyes. I felt it slip through my fingertips just…


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