Sitting in the field of green a young girl sat, waiting for the spring breeze to blow her worries away. Looking to her right the hills rolled into a never ending expansion of flowers. When she stared at it her mind seemed to long for the freedom of the trees atop the hills. She shunned the scene to her left, filled with looming clouds of gas, and the rising stench of rotten souls. Each with a different story to tell how they all grew in their misery, but had no heart to leave. The young girl glanced once again to the beautiful scene, with strong branches waving in the wind, and various butterflies swarming bye. She turned around, knowing that if she looked one more time she wouldn't return to place she called home, knowing where she belonged.
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RandomI personally have dealt with major writer's block. This story is meant for prompts and not the kind that you had in 3rd grade. Enjoy!
