My goal= Goal: Use sensory details to enhance my writing.
Foreverland
It was coming, she ran through the wood, branches lashing against her leaving scratches along her arms and legs. .
Christopher liked the wild.
He was often found hiding in bushes, smuggling baby birds into his apartment and climbing trees. He often dreamed about it too, this started with one such dream.
Christopher was walking through the woods when he stumbled into a clearing, it was a beautiful clearing with birds sitting in the trees, chirping in the dawn chorus. Christopher walked into the centre and looked around. But there was something wrong, the trees leaves weren’t swaying in the wind and as he walked up to the birds they didn’t scatter in fright.
“Huu” said Christopher “what’s going on?” He bent down but he couldn’t feel the grass, suddenly something glinted in the grass, Christopher walked over, it was a compass.
Christopher woke with a start, what had he been dreaming about? It felt important, but the only thing he could remember was birds twittering in the trees, hmmm well there were usually birds in the forest, oh. He had been walking through the forest, he had crossed a stone bridge and then walked into some bushes when he came out, he was in a clearing. But something had felt wrong, hmmm then he had seen something but he couldn’t remember what.
He could probably find the clearing, but why should he? But it also felt like something he had to do. Maybe it would be a fun adventure? Well if he was going to go there where was it? There was a stone bridge not far into the woods from the town square, yes now that he remembered it did look similar from the bridge in the dream.
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