Courtney Lynn’s Creative Writing

I was wandering through a forest when I eventually found myself in an open field. There was nothing to see for miles all around besides the forest I just emerged from and the green grass of the field surrounding me. I decided to keep exploring when I came upon a curious flag poking out of the ground. I looked around and around, but there was nothing else that I could besides this one flag in a sea of green grass. I kept on walking farther and farther from the forest, hoping I could find some way out of this field, but I couldn't stop thinking about the flag I'd seen. What was it there for? Who put it there? What is it marking? My curiosity got the best of me, and I sprinted back towards the forest, hoping I would remember where the flag was. I frantically scanned the green horizon in front of me, but the little flag was gone. After running this way and that, left and right and left again, I stopped and thought surely I must be going mad, for there in the middle of an empty fiel...

 Where Am I? She looked around, wondering where she could be. The animals looked familiar, yet strange. The grass felt…different. She looked among the travelers for a recognizable face yet found not one. One of the horse-drawn carriages almost barreled into her, causing her to jump unknowingly off a cliff, where she landed in her Manhattan loft.

She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw the inside of her childhood home, with her siblings and her opening presents on Christmas morning. Her sister had one large box towering in front of her. Her brother was already playing with his new train set. Alice saw her younger self tentatively holding a small gift in her left hand. The adult Alice wanted desperately to stop the little girl from opening her gift. She wanted to run into that living room, take the tiny package out of the girl's hands and run away with it, disposing of the cursed item into the deepest depths she could find. But she wasn't sure how her family would react to some random stranger frantically running into their house on Christmas morning. Worse yet, how could Alice explain that she wasn't really a stranger at all? That she was their daughter, all grown up, older than her parents...