Today I decided to find a prompt and see how far I could go with it.
Ground shattering thunder. A flash of lighting. There’s a meadow full of green grass and bright yellow flowers, so lively in contrast to the ominous sky above. She’s trembling, her little legs scrambling to pick herself back up. Rain starts pouring down, so much that the sky seems to be falling. She wonders where everyone else is. The sky lights up with a flash, blinding the world, turning it into pure light for a moment. A hand reaches down, and-
Azlyn jolted awake, gasping for breath. A layer of cool sweat coating her body. For a moment she had to remind herself- it’s over, it’s over, I’m alive again. She got up, taking a sip from the glass of water on her bedside table, then stepped over to the mirror and gazed at herself, reminding herself who she was this time. Her hair was dark and wavy, not blond and thin. Her eyes were blue, not brown. Her eyebrows were slightly more curved, and she had no dimples. She was sixteen years old, not seven.
It had already been almost seventeen years since the events of that dream, yet they still haunted her. She felt older than she really was, as if she had been awake for one, long, never-ending day. The strangest part was, no one else seemed to realize anything strange about her. No one questioned the way she sometimes spoke as if from another time, and no one ever seemed to remember who she had been. Stop it, she thought to herself. The past is in the past, and I’m going to make this life as normal as possible. If only it were that easy.
Okay, so this is pretty much as far as I could get before completely running out of ideas about what happens next, but hopefully the first few paragraphs were good:)
Picture taken by me, at Shenandoah National Park