written by Angela Tsng Wisdom, what made some of us different from others.
Skies in an elegant sight of the indigo blue. Stars scattered around the beautiful skies made a picture of a thousand diamonds shining through the pretty night skies.
Below was a wide land filled with gentle grasses, the fragrance of flowers and some trees near the entrance of the unexplored woods.
Not far away lives a village for the seventy fourth year, training the youngsters to become independent, to work for their livings and to be able to develop the village well one day.
Hailey, on the other hand, ain't like the others. Instead of doing any kind of work, she disses it and flees to the grasslands far outside of the village grounds.
Swinging along trees, Hailey sings what she desires most. Birds sing along with the sound of her glorious voice. Water dances at the beat of her steps. Wind blows at the rate of her calmness.
Evening is drawing near. Lining with purple, and the colors of the setting sun, no evening here would bore a constant viewer on the hills.
Lying on the grass, feeling it gently letting you sink into a restful state. Tonight, admiring the night skies, bringing the view into mind, reminds Hailey of the beauty and hope she believed.
And still, she believes. The breeze of the night is refreshing, and calm, still it remains the gentle warmth.
Looking deeper into the skies, it seems as the universe is held within them. With an hour glass right beside her, she turned on her shoulder and glances at it.
It's about time she must be heading home. She stood up, and whispered, "I am the gift from the universe, and I will change the present, as I knew the near future." She remembered 'the past'.
— The End — This is a short story from a novel I'm planning to write. Character(s) and words are completely original. Tumblr: angelatsng Twitter: angelatsng