Herbst
Ein kalter Herbst

Kalt ist der Herbst, kahl und naß.
Totenstill steigt der Nebel.
Eine eiskalte Brise zieht übers Land.
Die Tiere zittern.
Der Himmel wird schwarz.

Der Sommer endet hier
und der dunkle Herbst beginnt.

Es wird immer kälter.
Kein Baum trägt mehr ein Blatt
Alles ist leer.

Man merkt der Winter naht.
Es wird matschig und naß.
Description
Here you can find my written art. Most of my written stuff is in german since it's my native language but i've tried to write some things in english and i'm quite sure that those will not be my last attempts! :)
Sadly i cannot present you any stories at this time. I've started writing a lot of stories but i haven't finished a single one yet. I always let myself be carried away while i was writing which resulted in the stories developing in directions i did not want them to. This made me realise that i had to proper plan my plots before writing them. And there i am now: planning my story.