New Story

Leaves danced in the wind twirling as their amber color shining in the light of the sun, the eyes watching them full of wonder as they saw nature take on a life of its own.

Angela wrote into her small note book that's pages were worn from over use. She sighed chewing the eraser on her pencil losing her line of thought. She sat up, folding the book closed leaving it on her bed, as she looked out the window. Her eyes fogged over as she began to allow her imagination to take over, taking her into a world of her own creation. As she zoned out, there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Angela, get out here, you have a guest." Her mother called in a bitter voice. She died.