A Sunken Garden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would you do if your place was intruded by the real world? And all the horrors that come with it.

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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I was lying in the grass, with my father’s camera on my stomach zooming in on nothing in the sky; I was doing this because I liked the sound. The breeze was moving my long blond hair back and forth over my face. I opened my eyes to examine a dandelion I picked from the grass near me. I placed it in my hair and closed my eyes. I wriggled my toes in the long, soft grass. I plucked a handful of it and brought it to my nose. The smell took over my mind and made a small smile form across my lips. The warm spring breeze took the blades of grass out of my soft grip. I was in my place, the place where I came every day when it was nice enough. I knew exactly where it was because there was a patch of daffodils right in front of me. I would lie there with my father’s camera zooming in and out trying to get different shots of it every time; I would do this for hours. That day I like the shape of the clouds. It was something my old teacher called “a mackerel sky” because apparently it looked like fish scales or something. I thought it looked like the center of a sunflower. I took in a deep breath. I could smell all of the flowers here, the grass and not to mention the water. That was unmistakable. Ever from 30 or so feet above the softly crashing waves you could smell them only with that breeze. This is the thing that made my life amazing. It made me happy, calm, it made me wonderful. I could dream up anything I wanted. Get out of the world full of hate and death. But somehow, and now I am still not sure how that world got to me how it was possible that in this place, my place instead of a bed or a hospital it was here. I was viewing the picture that my camera had taken just moments ago when I it happened. When I, Madge Primose was killed.


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