Quick C grade essay that i wrote for my mocks. Publishing it so i don’t lose it again, but you can have a read. Also, excuse the mistakes, English is not my mother language.
Short story in which the central character has an overactive imagination
As i walked through the dewy forest, inhaling the cold, poignant air, my thoughts kept pressing in my mind. With every sensation – the sharp, howling wind, biting my cheeks, the soft leaves of the dark, majestic trees comforting my fingertips, the hundreds of rich smells that tickled my nose and the way my bare feet felt on the cool, muddy ground, with tiny branches getting stuck between my toes – it all seemed to pull my being away from the present. I imagined what way this place was decades and centuries ago and how much it has experienced.
I wondered if the ground under my feet has always felt so comforting and safe. With my eyes shut tight, i could almost hear the commands and screams, and footsteps of soldiers that this familiar, as it seems, ground has felt felt and experienced, just being where it is now, still and distant from what ever i going on above. I then imagined the children of the same soldiers, my age and even younger, running on the same ground as their fathers and brothers, never knowing that the blood they relate is deep below their feet, being a part of nature now, so close but so far at the same time.
I lay down on the muddy ground, with my golden hair creating a crown around my head, glittering softly in the sunlight. For the moment i forgot about my beige summer dress, or my pale skin, getting sodden and soiled, i was there and i was a part of the nature, with so many more significant thoughts circling through my mind.
I looked up at the rich, majestic trees, that seemed to be reaching for the immortal emptiness above. I imagined how much the trees have experienced since only being a tiny seed, blowing in the wind, without any power or control, to what they have become now, independent and powerful. I imagined how many birds they have welcomed, experienced them to lay eggs, teach their offsprings to fly and leave later in Autumn, with the chance of never returning. I imagined children running around, filled with joy, building treehouses and climbing. I imagined the same children a decade later, carving the initials of themselves and their other halves into the same, old trees with the half crashed treehouses decorating their giant branches, trying to make the memories forever lasting. But, now it’s only the trees, who never saw their children return – they grew up, some have families they need to take care of. Soon their own children will find this place, when wandering deep into the forest despite their parents’ disapproval, and a new cycle will begin.
I’ve always been astonished by nature and by how it’s a part of all off our lives, just staying still and so distant. My mother used to tell me that i had an overactive imagination but i would rather call it open – mindness. Every time i am out in nature, i wonder about everything it has seen and experienced. I wonder about the moments of joy and sadness that nature has shared with all of us, always being there for us, comforting us and never letting us down, seeing us grow and develop.
As i lie with my eyes closed, i feel a drop of refreshing summer rain gently hitting off my forehead and drain down, caressing my my temporal lobe and my ear. As I lie there, i feel more at home than i have ever, with nature comforting me and being there for me. I enjoy every second of this feeling for now, knowing that one day i will be gone and a new cycle will begin, and i will just become a distant memory. But at the present I am a part of the nature, i am here and i am now, and i am grateful.
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