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The Trail of the Missing
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Ongoing, First published Feb 23, 2013
I’m in a field, a field full of fresh green grass. The sunshine fills my body with warmth and gives me comfort. The smell is wonderful.  I sniff a beautiful violet rose and smile to myself. It is springtime and I am happy. The birds sing to me as I walk through the tall grass.  Everything is perfect. I am singing. The birds echo me. They stop. I stop. I look around and feel scared. Where am I? I walk into cold air, dead trees, dried grass, gray skies, and animals that are vicious and afraid. The branches scrape against my face, leaving it bloody with scratches. I want to escape. I want to escape. I don’t want to stand here. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. Soon, he comes running, running to grab me. I feel myself slowing down. I turn around to find him there. I stop. I can’t move. I’m stuck. He catches me.
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