. . . Jo March scribbled away. I do likewise, though in my room, staring at a laptop screen. (A garret for writing sounds much nicer. . .) While I am currently embroiled in a Project of Daunting Proportions, I adore writing little scribbles and drabbles and what-nots. Thus I was delighted to read Astrya's brilliant list of prompts (do go check it out!), and out came this little scribble. I hope you enjoy!
An Unnamed Scribble The moment she sets foot in the snow and feels the taste of snowflakes on her tongue, she knows she's home. Why this strange new place is deserving of that ever-elusive title, she does not know, nor does she care to wonder why. It is enough to feast her eyes on the enchanting picture surrounding her, to hear the crunch of white powder beneath her feet, to soak in the bracing chill of the air, and to listen to the stillness. A thrill of wonder and adventure thrums, subdued, in the air, piercing her soul. Never has she felt so strong, so brave, so insignificant. Behind her, a sorrow-wracked, broken world lies framed in the door of a wardrobe; before her, the light of a lamppost shimmers through gently falling snow. Thank you, Astrya! Do you ever find titles to be troublesome things? What are your opinions on garrets?
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