I was on my bed, playing my Nintendo DS. The sunlight streamed through the window of my bedroom. It was late afternoon and I was home alone. My eyes were fixed on the DS screen as my toes wiggled under the covers of my bed sheets. Suddenly, I heard a soft, female voice call out my name and then say, "It is time to take your journey." I jumped at the voice and looked around the room to make sure there wasn't any stalker nearby. I gulped and said, "Hello?" My voice echoed around the room. Reassured that it was only my imagination, I went back to my game. A few minutes later, the same voice came again. "Listen to me!" It was sharper this time. I felt like my heart would leap right out of my chest. Was there someone in the house? My mouth went dry as I pulled off my blankets and stepped up to my door. I felt myself tremble with fear all over. What if the person was right outside my door? Maybe I should call the police? I decided to check the house first to make sure I wasn't going mental. I nervously laid my hand on the cold doorknob and twisted it slowly. I peeked through the crack I had made. There was just the darkness of the hallway, nothing else. I was still paranoid about someone being in my home, so I opened the door wider.
I felt a cool breeze coming down the hallway. That's strange. I thought as I crept on forward. I turned a corner and saw that my front door was open. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what probably just happened. I walked down the stairs and went through my front door. I didn't bother to put any shoes on.
It was warm outside and cloudy. Very peculiar because I could have sworn it was sunny just a few minutes ago. What kind of ominous force is out there? Was someone watching me? Where the sidewalk in the front of our house used to be, was a forest. Where did this come from? I thought. The place looked more like a swamp. There were countless amounts of willow trees. Their longs strands of leaves swayed with the gentle breeze as well as the cattails that dotted the water banks. I heard the splash of the water lapping against the shore. The place was definitely a swamp, but there was no fog. Usually, swamps are portrayed as being foggy. I smelled a strange smell that made my nose sting. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Then, a beautiful blue butterfly flitted past my face and towards what looked like a path.
This is an interpretive writing assignment I did for school. Lol, I love this story. ^^
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