Metanoia

      Hello to all the everybodys and nobodys of the world . What's poppin' ? At the moment I'm back here because I don't wanna do school stuff. It's a lot of reading and writing which I love, but when it's mandatory my love fades like a morning dream (< love that, but I can't take credit 😢).      I've been trying to get back into fiction writing, so why not practice here huh? I really wanna pick up my story again, so let's hope that this does something. I'm into description writing, but they usually lack emotion and go on forever. Imma try anyways... edit: just wrote something and it was so cringe 😭😭😭     The pathway was empty and dark, filled with croaking sounds from mysterious creatures. Dark, fat clouds loomed over me as I walked down the greenway. Usually it was bright and sunny, the poster child for happiness, with all kinds of people walking up and down the concrete floor. The solid grey of it was comforting in the vast fields ...