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The Woodland Children (A Fantasy Drama Children's Novella) | Version 1 | Chapters 1-2
2nd September 1935
Compton Countryside, France
Chapter 1: Autumn Harvest
The autumn harvest began to lower itself to a severley depressed state full of peculiarly curious expectations. A little girl sat in the middle of a long, howling and immensley isolated harvest named Josephine, tears trickling down her face and the wheats went through a calm, spectacularly welcoming but Josephine had refusal with having that feeling with the thickening breeze. Just ahead of the crying little girl was situated a woodland what was to become of whispered secrets and imaginative upbringing. There was almost an absaloute feeling of intrigue in Josephine's eyes as she peered up interestingly at both the thick and chubby lines of each tree that imposed over her, but she didn't mind for she loved the countryside and it's animals. But the trees didn't represent her feelings, for what her current emotions stayed in for the moment in time, was one that lacked any welcoming gratitude, especially to the house located behind her, the only house on the harvest field. Yellow filled wasps were buzzing around a miniscule wheat from the endless string of bright harvest, that almost seemed like gold crisp, and Josephine who in front lied a beautifully stunning woodland that was as long, perhaps even longer, than the harvest itself. Behind her was a rather nice and home looking but clearly desolate old house that the inside almost looked severley abandoned. But more of what was abandoned was the feelings in Josephine's mind, heart and secretive feelings. It wasn't the house's physical look that was abandoned that if someone were going to buy it would leave them scratching their heads, it was really the various emotions and struggle that took place.
Compton Countryside, France
Chapter 1: Autumn Harvest
The autumn harvest began to lower itself to a severley depressed state full of peculiarly curious expectations. A little girl sat in the middle of a long, howling and immensley isolated harvest named Josephine, tears trickling down her face and the wheats went through a calm, spectacularly welcoming but Josephine had refusal with having that feeling with the thickening breeze. Just ahead of the crying little girl was situated a woodland what was to become of whispered secrets and imaginative upbringing. There was almost an absaloute feeling of intrigue in Josephine's eyes as she peered up interestingly at both the thick and chubby lines of each tree that imposed over her, but she didn't mind for she loved the countryside and it's animals. But the trees didn't represent her feelings, for what her current emotions stayed in for the moment in time, was one that lacked any welcoming gratitude, especially to the house located behind her, the only house on the harvest field. Yellow filled wasps were buzzing around a miniscule wheat from the endless string of bright harvest, that almost seemed like gold crisp, and Josephine who in front lied a beautifully stunning woodland that was as long, perhaps even longer, than the harvest itself. Behind her was a rather nice and home looking but clearly desolate old house that the inside almost looked severley abandoned. But more of what was abandoned was the feelings in Josephine's mind, heart and secretive feelings. It wasn't the house's physical look that was abandoned that if someone were going to buy it would leave them scratching their heads, it was really the various emotions and struggle that took place.
