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I can probably help the girl if I can catch up to her. I take long strides forward and move my arms in running motion. Now I am moving equally as fast as they are. I pass the black dog, my goal is to reach the little girl. She looks back at me and for some reason starts to run faster. Her face is horrendous. She only has one eye that looks like it's about to fall off of her face. Her mouth is wide-open; like its been stitched up that way. She's still running with her head facing me.
The dog starts barking at her. Suddenly the color of his fur changes and now he's the same light brown dog I was with earlier. The girl notices my sudden apprehensive behavior and develops a revolting laugh. Maybe Jason is good and the girl is bad. I slow down and lope along side Jason. The girl abruptly falls to the ground. She then stands and her physical features begin to change. Her legs get longer along with her arms, she looks as if she's getting older by the second. Her head grows too and the stitches on her face begin to tear and finally her eye falls out.
She eventually stops laughing and continues running. I realize that she's not wearing any shoes and her white dress is covered in blood and dirt. Jason goes after her and I follow behind him. Immediately a strong wind lifts Jason and the woman in the air and carries them far in the distance. Why didn't it take me too? I can't see them anymore and the wind is not allowing me to go any further.
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I give up and continue walking in the other direction. It's been about two hours and it seems the road keeps getting wider and longer. I'm hypnotized by the recurring tar and asphalt seen on the road. Without warning, everything goes white and it seems that I've fallen on the ground. The trees around me start spinning and all I can hear is screaming coming from beyond them. The trees make a circle around me. My legs become paralyzed as my hands become active, determined to escape they begin to thump the ground. The force made on the road seems to shatter the pavement and a hole is made. I fall flat on my face and sob as the trees around me go back to their origin.
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(Thank you guys for reading and voting. This is it for for a while. Happy New Year 🎊)
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We Are The Trees
FantasyEmily is a sixteen year old girl who is running away from her family's problems. On the way to nowhere she sees ungodly things and meets horrifying people. Will Emily die? Will she get home? Or will her findings change her for life? •There is an in...
