"The picture above is the prompt. Just write what comes to your imagination."
I was walking on the healthy brown dirt of the park near my house, occasionally kicking rocks along the way. I didn't know where I was going, but my feet seemed to have minds of their own as they led me to the small pile of trees.
As I entered the clump, I noticed more trees were going on and on, scattering the horizon with trees and only trees.
I looked behind me, only to see the same thing; trees, trees, and trees. But these ones were different; the trunks were a dull light brown, and the leaves were cotton pink as if a million little butterflies had gathered there to rest.
I turned back to check if it was the same and suddenly saw a grey, decaying fountain in a small clearing. Oh, and the leaves were still pink.
I felt as if I were in a trance: my arms would not move, but my feet were slowly dragging themselves towards the fountain, thus bringing the rest of me along.
I found that I could still move my head and looked upwards. My heart seemed to leap out of my chest when I saw a jade green abyss with prints of soft white clouds instead of the clear blue sky I was used to. Was this really the sky?
My feet suddenly caught on something. I looked down to see a brown tree root, and my eyebrows raised in surprise as I noticed the ground was lime green and made of a jelly-like substance.
"What else is abnormal in this odd little place? Will this main character ever wake up? Who will they encounter along the way! It's your time to write the next part so I'm handing you the pen and letting you turn the page!"
- Aries
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A Book of Stories
Short StoryI have some mini stories that I have created. You can use them as inspiration or use some as a starter for your story. I will post a new chapter once a week(probably not when I am on vacation) with one short story on every one. This symbol will be...
