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The Fall


I crouch down to reach for the perfectly symmetrical ring of lace like flowers. I am in a field of them, surrounded by white. I hear the distant sound of a hawk’s wings soaring lower and lower; diving to reach it’s pray. I hear the sound of a grasshopper jumping near in the meadow. I hear the wind starting slowly to rustle the trees. And then I see the mountain, Towering over all. I lay my head down into the delicate white flowers. The warmth of the sun makes me drowsy. Right now I wish for nothing else other then the drift into a sleepy dream world. “Dacey, Dacey!” Someone calls. I open my eyes. The sky has become darker. It looks as if almost two hours had passed, well I slept.

Okay, I think this is a very pretty start. I like the detailed pull it had. If that makes any sense? XP

I thought it was a poem at first but it is Really catching. Do keep going!

Thanks guys. I honestly have no idea were this story is going, but I'm going to write some more of it and see were it ends up.