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Through Strawberry Fields pt. I

As I drifted offto slumber, I recalled some ofthe strange things I had encountered on my travels, which I had recorded in my notebook in great detail. The first sight that caught my attention was a flower, whose appearance resembled a sunflower in every respect, save that the petals were pink in color. And asI walked past, it grew incredibly tall, reaching a height of several stories only to wilt and die, turning to dust in a matter of minutes. I then took a couple sips of the water and the next thing Irecall, I awoke to find myself in the filthy, unfinished basement of a rundown shack without windows. I checked my satchel to find that that the strawberries had been replaced with what appeared to be stones and my crossbow had been replaced with a slingshot, the bolts missing. I took a sip fromone of my canteens and immediately spit the liquid from my mouth in disgust. It was vodka! I then tasted one ofthe strange stone-like objectsfrom the satchel and concluded that they were, in fact, stones and made my way to the door only to find that it was locked, but the hingeslooked badly worn. I took several steps back, enough to get a running start at the door, and flung my body at it with everything I had. When I hit the door Ihit it with such force that the rusty hinges snapped, the door fell, and I followed, landing flat on my face. A little shocked by the result at first, I rose to my feet, brushed myselfoffand looked around to find a barren, rocky field. "What the hell?" Iexclaimed "what happened to my strawberry field?" I wondered

Where there had once been colorful flowers, giant mushrooms, midgets and shit there was now only bare, rocky earth with no signs of vegetation. And the sky, once all beautiful and blue and whatnot, was now just a dull, lifelessgray. Feeling all sad and stuff about it, I took a big-ass swig ofthe canteen and proceeded to cry like a whiney bitch as I walked in the opposite direction ofthe landmark I had been following the previous day, trying to retrace my steps.
Written by SirCreepy (Colten Sorrells)
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