Just some random stuff I threw down on paper while attending meetings, maybe it will get me in the mindset for my creative writing class that starts soon.
So great is the space
Dividing my world from hers
My heart knows nothing
From pen and paper
A life is born that turns me
Is there something wrong?
Only after days of treking hard through the dark dense forests of the north and battling cold filled nights with heavy snows, might you chance upon the secluded Wolf's Rest. The modest inn lies upon the foothills a vast range of mountain crags. Pack of wolves roam freely through the woods about the rest. Their howls stiffen ones stride as they near the inn. Who would stay in a hostile land at such a distant inn such as the Wolf's Rest? Adventurers.
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