Creative Writing: The Great Forest

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The air in the Great Forest was bright and crisp, like any other morning. Sun shone through the oak tree branches in streaks of yellow and gold, as little critters danced through the shadows. The music of the morning doves and thumps of hurring paws surrounded the Great Forest like a blanket. The creatures of the forest relied on that calmness, that symbol of tranquility. The Great Forest was never quiet, never dull. In the midst of the forest, a young doe named Hope and her mother Faith made their way across the forest floor towards the watering hole. “Mama,” whispered the doe, timid as ever. “I heard some foxes talking about the desert again. Sayin’ some armadillos showed up on the shoreline last night” The mother deer exhaled sharply. She …show more content…

What if it sinks? What if the forest creature that sails it gets hurt? It’s just too risky.” Another one answered. Faith turned back to Hope. “We should head back toward home. You don't need to see this right now.” Hope looked across the river then back at her mother. “But mama, I don't understand! Don't they need our help? They might get caught in the fire! They need more rafts Mama!” Hope exclaimed indignantly. Faith shook her head. Hope was too young to understand. Why should they get involved? All it would do would cause issues. The animals coming over are smuggling poisonous berries and setting fires in their villages. She couldn’t expose her little doe to that kind of toxicity. “Hon, it's not our problem.” ***** Miles and miles away, wind whipped sand in every which way. A fog of grainy tan surrounded two traveling camels like a cage. They trudged through hills and mountains of sand. Distant eruptions of red and orange signaled the fires were getting worse. The younger camel, Amal, walked slowly behind the older camel, Iiman. “I-I don't know if I can do it.” Amal said to the other. He was younger, more susceptible to the …show more content…

“Can you tell me about the Great Forest again?” Iiman began to tell his great tales of a land far away, a land of beauty and peace. A land where there were no fires, a land without vultures. A land where they'd be welcomed with open arms. Amal paused, as he looked around him skeptically. “A wild dog told me we're not as welcome as we thought. He said that we- we might be sent home again.” He rasped, as sand battered his face. Amal loved his brother, but why did he think he needed to shield him? He wasn’t blind. He could see the world around them, he could see their home, wiped from existence. He could also see the hate. Would the creature hate him? Without even knowing him? The older camel sighed. Of course this would come up. He'd thought of it himself, spent countless nights wondering if it was even worth it. “In the end, we’re more alike than different. This is our only way out. We must rely on our friends from another land.” The older camel explained, half heartedly. He was scared, more scared than he’d have liked to admit. However, if they stayed here, what would they have? They’d have nothing. Absolutely nothing. The younger camel nodded. If only that was true.

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