She ran, and she spoke to the leaves, the jaded bark , and the cool grass under her feet. She told them no specific story. Just words. Words of various forms in riddles. She let them wander from her mouth creating images, bright flashes of a dream.
The times hands in her fingers slipped to the ground, and into the caves they slivered. Like a snake under a rock, not seen, and scarcly botherd with. The sparkles on her green dress began to fall. It was showing this place just the way she felt.
And her words trailed on. They formed the train of her gown. They dragged themselves over every blank piece untill they were covered in fantastical dreams. She longed to walk every inch of the world in her green dress with her words. Letters themselves clung to the souls of her shoes, and burned their way onto thorns, bushes, bits of green, and sleeping colors underfoot.
Alive and awake the forest began to sing her words back, as if it were engraved on their hearts. Every color seemed brighter, every bit of grass softer; and they sang her along until she reached their very edge.
There they bid her farwell. Then as she was stepping out of their borders she uttered one last gift. "Good bye" She whisperd, and with a bright smile and words dancing in her eyes she left . Her final words sweetly seeped and lingered in every petal, every branch, in their very core.
I want to learn to write stories. Someday I want to write a fiction novel! So for now I just have fun and practice..
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