Into the wood

The yellow-stoned path which I was supposed to follow to get to my beloved granny’s house went into a dark mischievous forest. To tell the truth, I was quite terrified at first but, overcoming these critical fears, I decided to go in. The gigantic pines, in which probably lived more creatures that I could’ve ever imagined, seemed to reach the sky. I could feel my feet drench in the marshy mud, my new shoes getting ruined by the smelly substance. What was left of the path soon disappeared, and I found myself to be totally lost.
I thought it was a good idea to go north but, where was north? After a few minutes reflecting, leaned on one of the thousands- if not millions- of trees in that forest, I decided I should go straight. The woods would have to end somewhere, and I assured myself that, whatever direction I was determined to follow, I would find that “somewhere” if I went straight. I ripped a bit of my dress off, and tied it to one of the scratchy brown branches of the first tree I saw, just in case I started walking in circles. After what seemed an eternity of walking non-stop, it started raining. I could feel every drop hit my skin, making my clothes more humid every second. Eventually, I looked up to see that I was in front of the piece of my dress, hanging bedraggled from a branch.
I fell into despair, throwing myself underneath the pine tree. The smell of grass and mud was unbearable, and the cold windy weather didn’t help either. It soon got dark, and me, terrified and near to freezing, somehow managed to get to sleep. I don’t know what happened next but, next morning, I woke up at home. The soft, soap- smelling blankets stroking my skin, the warmth so pleasant, that feeling of security; the room seemed nicer than ever.

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My Enchanted forest

The wood I have been into is magical and flowery. Its magical enchantment makes me feel at home. My real home. Animals running up and down playing, laughing, swimming, everything you can imagine. I can see how the flowers are opening petal by petal to the glistening of the sun. The scarlet, emerald, turquoise blossoms are divided into a wide range of colours like a rainbow. I can scent every flower, every petal, every grass, every tree, every thing, and every smells: sweet, aromatic.
I don’t know if this is a dream but it’s perfect. I’m walking in this endless forest. The gleaming stream has a watercourse that is perpetual. I am here in this Amazon so emerald green that I can’t bear looking at it. It goes into my dazzled eyes and stays there forever. This wood is enchanting, magical, and delightful, it is not simple, it is, it, is, oh! I can’t describe it; the beauty of this place overpowers me.
I have woken up; I am again in this horrible world of problems and homework. I don’t want to be here. I will hope to dream this dream again. I want to go home. My real home.
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