Nature Whisp.
Based Off Of Book "Where The Forest Meets The Sea" In The Beginning Paragragh.
By iLainex.
Based Off Of Book "Where The Forest Meets The Sea" In The Beginning Paragragh.
By iLainex.
I could feel the salt growing inside me as I took a long deep sigh. My feet sank into the cold sand, I could feel the gritty texture soften between my toes. Instantly I could feel the rapid change, I couldn't see a rainforest anymore. All I could see was dark walls separating the beauty of nature and the modern world we had made. I stare at all the disgusting man made buildings covering up all the magical nature beyond. What happened to the roar of the sea? The songs of the pretty birds, the wind whistling in the leaves of the trees getting tangled in its branches? It's all gone, every single speck of light that held a bit of joy. I never would've come here if I knew how much danger they released into the ecosystem, I only came here to write about all the breathtaking views, I know everyone deserves to see! I slowly follow my memories to the river that lead to the forest. Tears swell up in my eyes as the saltwater bites my skin. All of the dark brown covering up the beautiful vivid shades of greens. I stand silent, all I hear is my own heartbeat and fading breaths. I can't hear the bids chirp, I can't see the hollow trees. What have they done? Slowly I make my way deeper into the forest following the sound of my own heart, soon enough I enter my portal of memories. I close my eyes and it all comes rushing back to me.
Everything, it was all just hitting me like some silver bullet attatched to the memories. Each frame etched into my mind. I hated myself for not coming here sooner. I wanted to tear away everything that stood before me. I built walls and dug holes in myself to say to myself, "It's fine. When we go back, it's still gonna be there."
And look how that turnt out. My breaths falling into yells of agressive anger that vigerously shook everything surrounding me. I ran to my hearts content, pushing all these nit wit people for not helping nature. We're no different from animals. When the time comes, we kill and fight. For food, for dominance, for everything. Though animals cannot create what we do, we're still the same as them. Our economy blinded by the weath we have. Disgraceful to themselves. People shove their advertisements down your throat expecting one day a good outcome. We kill each other without even realising it, and now we're killing nature. I'm not a hippy, I'll eat meat, and use animal products. But, I wouldn't take away their land. I heard an irregular sound, something I wouldn't hear here.
I let my ears twitch, and followed the scent of whatever was there. My ears wrapping sound around my body, like I was a puppet being lead by only sound. Possibly blind. Hedging forwards, I found a bird. Wrapped in steal bars, wings chipped. I scooped the cold little thing up in my arms, it's squeaks coo-ing softly. I nudged it's chest with my hand. Then, I leaned down scanning for a heart beat. Slowly, it beated. I felt the wind brush against us, I wanted us to stay alive. Especially this little bird. I didn't care what risks I had to take. So, got myself up properly. I needed to find someone who could help. I ran, and ran. Waiting and searching the surrounding area's. My heart sank, I bent down. It's heart pace getting slower, and slower. No, please. I kept on searching, until I couldn't force my legs to movement any longer. I collapsed onto the dirted floors. Speckles of dust dancing as I collided with the floor. The bird cheaped it's last sound. I held it, tightly. And then, as I went to the find the beat, it stopped. The once sounds of people around were encapsulated by the breif sounds of my breaths. I felt sick to my stomach. I laid there, on the floor. Nothing better to do.
-The End.
This story was a project in Primary School. So, it was written a while ago. And by a while I mean a few years. Currently, I'm still writting to this day. If you would like me to share any more old stories, comment below! Thanks for reading this bizarre old story of mine.