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Nubia Chavez
Bio
Wannabe writer/storyteller. Other than that, I'm pretty boring.
Stories (1/0)
Blue Eden
The birds didn’t singing anymore, I realized as I sat on my perch. There wasn’t that many animals around anymore. You would consider yourself lucky if you saw a cat but there are some who were smart enough to hide. I had been in the woods for three hours, but I wouldn’t dare to let myself move an inch from my hiding place. The sun was beginning to set low into a faded purple sky. Pretty soon I would lose the light and that would mean I would lose the chance for dinner this evening. I can’t see in the dark. I could feel my hand starting to cramp from gripping the bow for so long, but I was worried of making any movement that would scare away dinner. I was determined to catch something tonight. My ears strained to listen any sort of noise that would indicate of approaching dinner but all I could hear was the leaves shifting in the breeze from the trees above me. God, I missed grocery stores. I missed everything of the life before. This is not what I do. This is not who I am. Everything about me and this situation was the opposite of what I did before.
By Nubia Chavez3 years ago in Fiction