short story's

my world

this world that I know is small, a little corner of the earth untouched by war and famine. It was peaceful everybody got along with everybody well and there were no inter conflicts in town or drama. Course that all changed when I got older, I didn't understand what was going on around me when I was a little girl I just went with the flow and let the current carry me along with the tides. But as the years went by and I grew up my little corner of the world didn't feel safe anymore, it felt like a prison and that with one wrong move I would be dealt with and nobody would question my disapreince.

Everybody in the town knew each other and growing up that didn't seem like a bad thing to me, I always had a playmate and everybody had friends. But knowing everybody has its draw backs, if something happens everybody id immediately pointing fingers at the outcast hoping and praying that it was them and not the sweet person that they knew and defending that person tell the very end. We are also a small town so if a stranger comes by they either leave very quickly or they stay forever. I didn't understand when I was younger what this meant but know I do. This town was a prison you enter and your good dam lucky if you get to leave. Because otherwise you say here forever no leaving to taking trips you are born raised and your buried here on the day you die.

My towns named Is called apple valley. If you can't tell by the name we grow apples here lot of them that's how we make our profit, I didn't see it till later in life, I first started seeing it when I was about 13 and didn't fully understand what I was seeing until I was about 24, I saw what this small town was one day it just hit me like a bullet. Right in the head. This place was a prison old miller murphy in all my life I had never seen him leave this town, or sweet sara miller the 36-year-old cook down the street or even my own parents and siblings, I had never left this town hadn't even thought about it and I found that odd, also lots of people who visit never leave like they just settled down and haven't bugged like they have lived here for their whole life.

I didn't say anything afraid to get laughed at or punished but on that day, I felt a change wash over me like something or someone was trying to get me to stay. Hints here and there small breezes sweet things like that. I didn't like it and without telling anyone I slowly packed up all my cloths over a few weeks and all my belongs and left drove off in to the night.

As soon as I crossed the line that stared my little town a weight lifted off my shoulders a feeling of freedom came crashing down on me that I had to catch my breath. Then memories came flooding back and suddenly I knew, that I was right and I was glad to have left with my life.

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so this one is a little iffy, and I felt like I didn't get really far in to way this person felt like she was in a prison or anything like that. but I wanted to publish it like this and I would love to see this one get expanded upon and maybe written a bit better than what I had done with it 

well that's all I have for you 

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