Where the fields are vast, the creeks flow vividly, and the sunset cascades with the stars and makes a pool of colors. This is the meadow; the land recognized by many souls and touched all of them.
Our story begins with a daisy, one proud and strong, known for its many mesmerizing and vibrant colours. A gift from the heavens; some say, but no. The flower had been watered with the waters from the creek that touches the sun, and planted with the purest of seeds. The soil, its bed of creation, protected by Mother Nature's own blanket, the brightest and healthiest of grasses.
One fair day, when the breeze blew far and wide, playing with the leaves of a maple, and rippling the waters of a close stream, a single girl came by to the meadow.
Her hair shone in the depths of the sun, while the wind played with her golden locks. Her eyes captured the magnificent teal of the stream, and her complexion tanned and freckle less. Her smile was flawless and bright as it reflected a ray of sunshine peeking through the trees.
She skipped merrily over to the daisy, sat cross-legged on the warm summer grass, and stared into the wonderful sights of the daisy.
"Where are your seeds?" She questioned.
As a daisy would, it didn't reply. But the petals danced in the wind, towards the creek, and the girl followed.
Before we get any farther, let's look into the girl's life, shall we? Young Annabelle, age 8, emigrated from Argentina, South America. Her mother was planning to find a more secure home and safe environment for her daughter to develop after her difficult divorce. With one brother and her single mother, it was more than hard to fit in to her new home land.
She didn't miss her dad too horribly, and he wasn't the most fatherly type anyway. The only reason she questioned the daisy was because she was in need of something to hold on to. And if she had a field of daisies, all to herself, she would feel free in the meadow she had heard so much about.
Annabelle stumbled dreamily over to the creek, imagining what the taunting breeze might lead her to.
When she reached the shaded parts of the creek, Anna toppled over the pebbles on the sandy shore and sank into the soft mud by the tide of the creek.
"Where are the seeds, daisy?" she asks aloud, dumbfounded.
The leaves of a nearby maple tree shook violently and the water thrashed at her bare feet, as all the birds scattered in different directions. Then, there was an explosion.
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Beyond the Daisies
Short StoryI was searching through my computer the other day, you know, trying to kill time. And then BOM, I find this. One of my old stories I wrote when I aspired to be a writer. So I wrote this when I was eleven, and I am publishing it because the internet...
