I sit in the old
creaking hut. The wood was brown and faded, and when the wind blew you
could hear the creaking in the floorboards. I look out the window at the
scenery. I take a deep breath of fresh air and look at the
mountain, with a white blanket of snow covering it. Stepping out of the
hut, I feel the soft grass between my toes and the cool breeze on my face. The
birds tweeting a lovely melody, and I am at peace.
By Nikolas G
The relaxing atmosphere is filled by the morning chirp
of cheerful birds, I let out a sigh of relief as the wind whirls over the snow
covered mountains. The clouds pass over the isolated landscape, I walk into the
hut while the floorboards creak beneath my feet. The echoes bouncing off the
mountains reminds me that I am free, I feel the sensation of hot chocolate
slide down my throat as the hot mug warms my freezing hands.
By Nikita N
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