I was walking on the roadside, in a dusty dirty land, when all of a sudden, a flash of purple caught my eye.I looked to my left and there was a beautiful field of Purple flowers by a georgous blue lake. I sat down in the field and I picked several. They were the prettiest flowers I have ever seen. They had 6 petals, not a multiple of 5 like most flowers. They smelled richer then the purest rose. More innocent then the whitest daisy. They even smelled sweeter then the best perfume. They were 3 different shades of purple, a deep rich purple, for the romantics, a reddish-purple, for the adventurers, and a bright purple for the dreamers. I took a small drink for the lake, the sweetest tasting water in the world. It was even better then filtered tap water. I took the waterbottle out of my pack, and got some of the water, and I took the ribbon out of my hair and tied the flowers together. Then I walked back on the road. I watched as the flowers and the water in the water bottle dissapeared. I turned around, the feild and the lake were gone. I walked back toward it, it appeared again. Then a car stopped.. I asked the driver, "Do you see the lake there, with the feild of purple flowers, or this?" I held of the small bouquet of flowers. "No" said the driver. He drove off. I stopped and looked back at the field and the lake. Then I continued walking.
Every day after that, I stopped to enjoy that beautiful field with the lake. No one else could see it, and no one else could enjoy it, but me.
The End
Story by: Jessica, age 11, USA
"The Magical Field of Flowers."
