WRITING OBSTACLE
Describe a forest/woodland setting without using any real colours.
You may use imagery, similes, shade and tone etc, but do not use the words for any real colours.
A Lonely Wood
I sit up and look around, a groggy feeling engulfing my consciousness. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. My memory is fuzzy but I certainly wasn’t in the middle of no where when I fell asleep.
I have a vague memory of laying down in a stack of hay, Ev by my side.
Now, I’m alone, no stack of hay (or Ev) in sight.
I take a look around at my surroundings. The trees are tall, but the branches are thin and sway in the breeze, allowing for sunlight to pass by. If I close my eyes, I can picture I’m in an empty field.
The wood of the trees is dark. My mind flickers to Allen’s coffee order and I can’t help but snicker.
The leaves on the trees are slightly decayed, allowing a light to pass through, the kind of bright, warm light that Ian and Ev always seem to glow in.
Gods, I need to find them.
I check my pockets to see if I have anything on me and I turn up empty. I’m just about to give up and accept that I’ll have to find my way out of these woods with nothing but the clothes I’m wearing when a flash of light catches my eyes.
I look to my right and I see my sword laying on the ground. I take a swift step and lift it off the ground, grateful to have it with me.
I’m looking around, trying to figure out where to go from here, when I hear my name.
“Moira?”
For a split second I prepare myself to attack whoever it was, before the voice registers and I turn around, a sigh of relief on my lips. “Willow.”
Similarly to my own appearance, I’m guessing, she looks tired and ruffled from sleep.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” Willow is the first to speak up, asking the question that was on my own tongue.
“I was just about to ask you that,” I say. “If only Ian was here.”
“Yes, if only,” Willow remarks. “Well we weren’t far from one another, hopefully the others are nearby.”
“Hopefully.”
We stare at each other for a few moments longer before the silence is interrupted by the sound of birds flying above us.
“They were probably spooked,” Willow observed. “Lets go see what it was that did it.”
“If anyone, it was probably Allen.”
Willow smirks at that and I decided to take that as a win.