My unfinished story...

Part 1

The day was bright; the clouds whiteness reflects our sun’s spectacular rays lightening up the shadows cast by the trees and buildings around. The greenness of the leaves really contrasted the blue of the clouds. The chirpings of the morning cicadas echoing from distances, becoming closer and further, closer and further, closer and further.  In the not so far distance and above it’s possible to hear the breath of the very flaps of the birds and butterflies wing beats. It’s on this park, Community Park. Where Amelia an amazingly beautiful and talented girl. Beads of red, orange and blue in her dark but light highlighted soft sepia brown hair. Her eyes were an opposite colour to her hair but that’s what really makes them stand out.

Amelia found a tree, decided to sit in its shade and started to look for inspiration. Amelia’s very creative and has been ever since little. Her drawings astounded others; many said it was a gift from god. Amelia knew it was so much more than that. She told them “It’s all in the soul, not god. If I said of a god, I’d be referring to the universe it’s self.” She draws anything that catches her eye, anything she sees. Just anything at all.

Today Amelia had a camera with her. There was no reason it she just felt she would do for the fun of it. It was a black thin twelve mega pixel camera. Named ‘Joutouch cameras’ it’s basically a touch screen camera that has face recognition and the usual qualities of a camera, nothing too special.

Part 2

At home, Amelia started browsing through her pictures and sketches. One of them was of the tree, this one was actually painted in water colour, and the tree was an elegant oak tree. As a young child and most of her teens. The tree trunk had carvings all over it but one carving stood out to Amelia it was of a love heart but it’s quite faded now, but to her it don’t matter. Because of its age the heart is now jagged by the surrounding wood that’s now growing over it. To Amelia this was one of nature’s charms, the idea that we could build, cut carve anything and the astonishing mechanics of nature can make earth its own again. Amelia took out her dream journal as she put her pictures down. If you look at it it’ll look about eight years old, but it wasn’t it only looks that age because she always moves it around. It’s had stickers and doodles put on its cover in the year she’s had it. Red and pink ribbons tied onto it, flowers printed and drawn. She opened it to a new page wrote down the date of the current day and the next day then shut the book.

Amelia suddenly opened her eyes the place she was in looked odd, very odd indeed. What she felt under her was soft but weren’t exactly her bed it was a very soft patch of grass. She could see and smell extraordinarily fresh air. The sky was a very fluent shade of a ‘dark/light’ blue colour. Amelia couldn’t move, every part of her was a stiff as a rock. Until the pins and needles kicked in. The tingle and the most pain of the pins and needles crawled up both her feet. Then her back and then to the very tip of the longest strand of her hair.

Amelia stood up; she’d lost all sense of balance... 

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