Hey everyone, I had to write a story using my vocab words for English class and I thought I’d post it here… just ’cause I like it
(We had to write it using magical realism)…
She made her way avidly but cautiously through the dense forest. The branches undulated with the winds’ gentle blow. Her familiar spirit, a halcyon flew by her side with celerity. It wasn’t much farther until the great plain but she couldn’t let anyone see her yet. Earlier today a strange man had accosted her, asking directions to the nearest village in a peculiar histrionic way and she had answered summarily, afraid that her reasons for returning to her village were completely overt to him. But if he knew, he never mentioned a word and her familiar spirit showed his discontent by the animadversion he gave her after calling her myopic and naïve. However the rest of the trip was made without any event that would force her to create some sort of gambit to escape it. With anxiousness she finally saw the trees opening and before she stepped out into the open she took a sip of water from her bottle but it just seemed brackish and unpleasant. With a deep breath she stepped out into the open, face to face with a great plain. However the cherry trees from her childhood were now gone, merely black skeletons, devoid of leaves and fruits. The plain that separated the forest from her village was rendered a total maelstrom of desolation. The children playing, the voices laughing were all just ghosts of her past. What the incendiaries had done here was a sacrilege and she held on to the talisman hidden in the palm of her hand. She kissed it and touched it to the floor. And slowly, very slowly, she returned its life to the barren land.
~Cinny
very…interesting and good!
Hahaha, it’s Magical Realism that’s why =)
haha I am Magical Realism!
Suuuuuuuuuurem whatever helps you sleep at night
teddies?
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