Author: Sora no Kioku PM
A collection of 10-minute free writes I do on my spare time. None of them are fully edited after they are already written; only a few mistakes are changed. Take a look, if you wish. May contain homosexual material (no sexual themes), foul language, or blood. Some could be considered as fanfiction. Others are original. Fanfiction labelled by series in the chapter titles.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 19 - Words: 5,047 - Updated: 12-14-12 - Published: 12-03-12 - id: 3079660
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So first, I'll start off with what exactly this is owo When I was in school, one of the classes I had was Creative Writing. In that class, we had to do a ten-minute free write called SSW journals. (I'll call them Free Writes.)
Keep in mind that these are written in literally only ten minutes. That's all the time we had to write. I did not edit this in any shape or form, save for fixing any spelling errors. Everything else is written exactly as it's seen on the paper.
.The Curious Feelings.
30 January 2012
Blue eyes remained closed. The wind ran its fingers through golden locks and caressed the exposed skin of his face, neck, and arms. Oh, how he loved this. It was a wonderful feeling like no other. He always felt at peace. Even now, with the salty air filling his nostrils with each intake of breath, he felt at peace. No other place could grant him such a wondrous feeling. Not even the swing set his friend loved so much could even hope to compare.
But at the same time, it was also curious. Very curious. Just what was it that attracted him so? Eyelids pulled back at this thought and a steady faze focused on the rolling waves before him. What made this place so special? Why was it as if he were in a trance everytime he sat there? Why did time no longer matter? These questions plagued his mind and lightly tug at his curiosity, like a child would tug his mother's shirt or dress for attention.
Then he heard it. A mellow voice echoing form far off. It was deep, but soothing. He could hear the syllables clearly. What were they saying? He couldn't tell. They formed words unfamiliar to him, phrases from a foreign land. He had to find out what it was. And so, he started his journey.