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Short Story - Where Am I?


I notice the red dot is in front of the word "Hunger" and I figured out that the red dot is me. I have to solve this new maze and leave before it changes again. As I solve the maze, I start to hear something. It gets closer and I am terrified. Dogs! I hear more than one dog barking and running to me. Although my ankle is still in pain, I ignore it and I start running fast. I find a green door. I open it, run inside and close it. The first thing my bare feet feel is warm grass. My ankle feels better and the blood on my forehead is gone. I smell roses and my skin feels warm underneath the sun. I open my eyes and I am still in the maze, but its outside. There are roses on the walls that are made out of grass and the door that let me in is gone. .
             As sweat runs down my forehead, I feel dehydrated. The grass feels like I am walking over burning coals. The sun is burning in the sky and I feel it coming closer to me. I need water! I start to run, trying to get out of this maze. I feel my knees getting weaker by the minute. I do not know how much longer I can take the heat. Suddenly, I hear the screeching noise again. Another wall closes in front of me with BURN written on it. A door to my left opens. The map has changed once more. I hear a crackle behind me. It sounds like the static popping and hissing in an old film. I smell smoke. I look behind me and I see a fire! Taking over the beautiful garden. Eating whatever comes its way. I run faster and faster and faster! I just want to get out of .
             there. I find a blue door on the left side and I go in. I slam the door shut and it disappears right in front of me. .
             Hundreds of droplets of water wash away the worry of burning. I am in a rainforest. Once again, it is dark. This time I am outside and the moon lights my way. I look at the map and I am half way through the maze. I try to solve the rest of the maze quickly because of the strong smell of piles of grass clippings composting along with the scent of various plants.


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