Authors Note: This story is an example of where I’ve come from as a writer, as it was written when I was 12-13 years old. My purpose in sharing it with you, completely unedited, is to show that no writer starts out perfect and everyone comes from being a beginner at some point.
It was an early spring day, and the last winter frost had melting away. The flower buds were blooming, and the trees were turning green with leaves. The apple trees had little pink flowers sprouting all over their white branches, and the smell of the apple blossoms permeated the air. The birds were settling in their new nests, and flying around with high spirits. Little animals were scurrying around in the forest, breathing in the new air. Villagers greeted each other with merry smiles, their faces aglow with the touch of spring. So many happy faces, and so little stress. [Read more…] about Where the Light Shows