It was a summer morning

Daisy arrived at the house on a cool summer morning. She held on to the strong metal fence surrounding it, not leaning, but pressing her body against it as if looking for protection. The dew on top of the tall green grass in the garden in front of her glistened in the early sunlight. Butterflies flew from blade to blade in order to get to the fragrant yellow flowers.

But the pleasant atmosphere that was present in the garden did not extend itself across the entire property. All the way in the back arose a building that, even though it stood so far away, towered over little Daisy. It seemed, so to speak, that the house was surrounded by a sphere. Dark and gloomy in the otherwise peaceful garden, the house stood in a world of its own.

The girl knew that any moment now, her mother, her father, or Emile, the old butler, would emerge from the house. They would come to get her, and she would have no choice but to enter the property. The metal fence that protected her in a way would soon lock her inside instead. In the distance, a creaking door opened, and the butterflies in the garden flew away.

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Thank you for taking the time to reading this entry!

Its purpose was to explore writing vividly and to convey senses. I wanted to include sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch in these few paragraphs. Please note: this item is not a complete story, nor is it part of one (yet), it's just me practicing my use of language.

I would very much appreciate your feedback. Please let me know where I have made things visual for you and where I was using meaningful words, as well as where I was not doing so. Thank you in advance, you are very helpful!