MuseWrite Writing Challenge 2013
Jan. 1st, 2013 06:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm going to give this a try.


001. | Fast | 002. | Slow | 003. | Drink | 004. | Dark | 005. | Light |
006. | Sleep | 007. | Awake | 008. | Scent | 009. | Glass | 010. | Reflection |
011. | Food | 012. | Cold | 013. | Hot | 014. | Now | 015. | Never |
016. | Fear | 017. | Laughter | 018. | Naked | 019. | Shop | 020. | Music |
021. | Alone | 022. | Crowded | 023. | New | 024. | Old | 025. | Game |
026. | Run | 027. | Stay | 028. | Try | 029. | Want | 030. | Sold |
031. | Bruise | 032. | Technology | 033. | Connection | 034. | Pain | 035. | Celebrate |
036. | Discover | 037. | Gold | 038. | Silver | 039. | Slip | 040. | Luck |
041. | Cage | 042. | Scars | 043. | Last | 044. | Holiday | 045. | Strong |
046. | Water | 047. | Love | 048. | Beauty | 049. | Air | 050. | Normal |
051. | Death | 052. | Lost | 053. | Found | 054. | Animal | 055. | Smile |
056. | Learn | 057. | Work | 058. | Dream | 059. | Hunt | 060. | Fire |
061. | Cook | 062. | Wait | 063. | Fight | 064. | Reconcile | 065. | Paint |
066. | Money | 067. | Desire | 068. | Wooden | 069. | Kiss | 070. | Power |
071. | Phone | 072. | Time | 073. | Sight | 074. | Color | 075. | Stage |
076. | Apology | 077. | Help | 078. | Radio | 079. | Allergy | 080. | Photos |
081. | Family | 082. | Friends | 083. | Peace | 084. | War | 085. | Parent |
086. | Junk | 087. | Hobby | 088. | Art | 089. | Sex | 090. | Jewelry |
091. | Trap | 092. | Sun | 093. | Moon | 094. | Rain | 095. | Travel |
096. | Writer's Choice | 097. | Writer's Choice | 098. | Writer's Choice | 099. | Writer's Choice | 100. | Writer's Choice |
12. Cold
on 2013-09-29 04:22 pm (UTC)She should have realized it. The trees were a blaze of color but she never noticed.
She pulled her coat close to her and walked quickly. She had errands to run and the cold was not going to stop her from doing them.
She watched her breathe cloud in front of her. It reminded her of snow and her childhood for a moment. Those were happier times.
The universe read her thoughts, a snowflake floated by.