She saw it in the underground lair of her grandmother’s home. This time she didn’t turn her face away, it resembled a floating orb. Terrified she saw its large central eye surrounded by several other eye stalks protruding from its body. She watched as the eye stalks shot disintegrating rays at the barrier that was between them. She picked one of the huge diamond stones the monster was protecting, ready to throw it but then she woke up.
She was shaking with fear, not because of the dream but because in her tightly clasped hands, she held a diamond stone.
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Oluremi Adeoye
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Nature
She felt a sense of awe and wonder as she walked through the forest watching the magnificent trees towering over her. Each tree had a small plaque at its base, she moved closer to see what was written on each plaque at each tree’s base and realized that each had a name and date, all in the past some going back hundreds of years. A pang of sadness and realization hit her when it occurred to her that these trees were planted long before her existence and will still be here after she was gone. Nature is timeless.
By Oluremi Adeoye 3 years ago in Fiction
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