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by somatonic @deviantart.com/somatonic

Write a story that takes place in the moutains. You can write in any genre, but try to include this view.

Write a story that takes place in the moutains. You can write in any genre, but try to include this view.

Writings

Hardwork

I was about to give up but then I realised all that hard work was not meant for nothing. If I have come so far that just indicates it is just a point which separates winners from losers and that is the ones who don't give up


I strolled out of the nets and I gazed around feeling tired and discontent, I said why don't I...

A Beautiful View

I gasp in awe as I gaze at the castle. I feel the excitement bubbling inside me. Out of all the things I’ve experience since I fell into this book, this one makes it to the very top. There are red trees from autumn’s winds. The cool breeze feels nice on my face. I realize that not everything is so bad when I fell into this story. I hear shuffling from the bushes behind me. I turn to see the stran...

The Valley Chapel

Luke descended from the mountain, carefully picking his way over the near-vertical slope. Spread across the valley below, hidden in the trees was an ancient city, once a vast metropolis but now nothing but a ruin. A lone stone steeple pierced the canopy as if to proclaim “I am Ozymandias” to the world.

Slipping down the loose earth, Luke reached the bottom where the terrain leveled out and he co...

The Mountain Man

No one knows the mountain man

Except for where he lives

They know the mountain man lives in the mountains

In a cave, or maybe a ditch

The mountain man climbs

Up to the highest point

His scruffy hair blows

He spreads his uncovered toes

And trumpets to the sky

A big brass trumpet

And the notes float away

Into the summer night

And then the mountain man

climbs down

and skips and rolls

“A jolly existen...

The Academy

“What will you do now?” Jack asked as he wiped the grass stains from his clammy palms onto his cord trousers.

“Go to class,” I responded shrugging, before pushing myself to my feet from the steep bank that overlooked the valley. Rolling green hills were framed by snow-capped mountains, and maple trees blushed ruby under a golden sun. I adjusted the strap of my backpack on my shoulder. I’d...

Rapunzels After Story 

After rupunzel got her hair cut and got married to Eugene they moved into this cute little house in the woods. The house was most beautiful in the fall when the blue of the roof contrasts with the beautiful red hue and the yellowing grass against the gray rocks. The river is sighlent during the day but in the night just enough noise to lull you to sleep. Rapunzle loved how the mountains made a ge...

The Princess Who Doesn’t Want The Title.

MY LADY!!! SLOW DOWN!!! YOULL GET HURT!!! My maid yelled behind me as I ran with all

My speed. Come on Maya!!! Have a little fun once and a while!!! I said as I giggled enjoyed how my hair flew back and the feeling of airbrushing past me as I ran. Once I saw the dinning hall I slide to a stop and brushed my dress and patted my hair down taking a deep breath. As Maya stopped next to me panting and ...

Eldoria (Hearts Of Valor)

Training is brutal. But I made it that way. As soon as my father figured out what I was doing , I felt the need to prove myself to him. So I stepped it up a bit.


Jasper was swinging harder, doing everything in his power to win. I’m not gonna lie, it’s hard. Years before Jasper joined the army, he had been training himself to protect his family.


He was teaching me everything he knows. He took ...

Everywhere I Turn

I awake hearing the low gentle rustling of leaves as they fall down onto me. A bright red leaf slowly flows down onto my arm. Fall was near. I stand brushing off the dirty that had gotten into my clothes and bare skin of my arms. Looking forward I see the vast endless mountains. Every way I turn, I was surrounded by snowy mountains and darkness. The world looked so scary beyond my little island of...

Foxes

Foxes live in the mountains and sleep in dens. I am not a fox, and I don’t have a place to sleep. Nor do you, my son. We must find and build our own place, our own safety. Such is our lot in life.

The tower at the ridge waits. We will scale the walls and go through the windows. It will belong to us; it will become our fortress. No one will conquer it once we have made it our home and our strongho...