written by: Joseph S. Roberts
The mud squished under my feet as I ran across the badlands. A giant storm had ravaged the area. The sweet smell of rain filled my nostrils. A sharp pain shot through the ball of my foot, and I collapsed on the muddy ground. As the pain intensified, I looked at my foot and saw a sharp stinger had pierced the skin. My life flashed before my eyes. Never again will I taste mother’s homemade apple pie, my mouth watering at the thought of the filling in my mouth. I’ll miss her homemade ice cream as well, oh so good.
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