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Field of Dreams: A Short Story

Updated on March 06, 2014
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I lay in an endless field of wheat grass. The ground was hard under my lean body, but the grass was soft and tickled teasingly around my small form, propelled by the strong wind. For a moment, I felt sure the grass had transformed into feathers and was carrying the Earth and I into the sky. Closing my eyes, we flew swiftly, diving to avoid the meteorites as we pummeled through space; shooting stars whizzed past us and sparkled in meticulous lines. Then the warm sun caressed me, causing me to open my eyes and stare at the source for a few seconds. My imaginative daydream had ceased, but I still was not sure I was living in reality. The day wore on; shadows danced across my face as clouds flew overhead creating abstract patterns of light and dark. My mouth was dry and my body ached with stiffness. I knew it had been a satisfying, quiet day, but I also knew that dreams never last forever. I arose gracefully and shook the dust off my jeans and T-shirt. Walking towards the pathway, I left foot marks on the grass; it was if I was cementing the memory of the day in my mind. I reached the path I had found earlier in the dawn of the day. Trudging reluctantly, I made my way up the hill to get to the lake that was one mile away. The shining waters beckoned me on the horizon; it's slowly lapping waters called out to me softly. Upon arrival, I didn't dive in foolishly, but, rather mechanically, I washed my face with the cool waters. For a minute, these were healing waters that drenched my thirsty, guilt-ridden soul. I kept my eye closed and just let it seep in; down to the inner parts of my heart and soul that even I couldn't reach. Feeling rejuvenated, I marched with vigor back to the pathway. Even when the path twisted abruptly into a rocky road, I put one foot in front of the over with a confident stride; all the while I kept a steady, piercing gaze on the red ball of fire that hovered at the bottom of the sky. I journeyed on with determination for several miles and then gradually disappeared into the horizon.


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      Phil Plasma 5 years ago from Montreal, Quebec

      Lovely piece. I can't imagine spending a whole day lying down in a wheat field - my days are too full. You get a beautiful vote from me.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      That's why it's called fiction; lol. Well, actually, for the character, it was a rare day too. I guess the point is that she was trying to escape from her ordinary life. Thanks for voting!

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      MJFenn 5 years ago

      Do you know the Prairies? here in Canada the Prairie Provinces are enormous; I'd like to visit them some day.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I've never heard of the prairie provinces in Canada. I'm sure they are beautiful; we'll both have to pay them a visit one day. :) Thanks for sharing!

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      MJFenn 5 years ago

      Alberta, Saskatchewan (where my wife has cousins) and Manitoba: huge wheatfields, etc.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I've never been to Canada, but I'd definitely like to see that! It sounds mystifying. :)

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      MJFenn 5 years ago

      Ebower: Mystifying? Well, good, because a lot of people find essentially flat land rather monotonous. But I think flat, expansive landscapes have a real character of their own.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I could see if one lived there that it wouldn't be as captivating, but it would be a beautiful place to visit. I agree; they can give one serenity in such lovely places of nature.

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      Kathy 5 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

      Ebower, you are a creature of fantasy.. living in your imagination more than the real world, I think..I believe this because i am the same way; and can conjure up some fantastic alter realties..this is amazing in it's spectrum of sensation..just lovely. Up awesome beautiful and interesting

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Thanks, Lucky Cats! You have pinpointed my personality with accuracy; lol. I love writing while driven by my child-like imagination. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for voting. :)

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      5 years ago

      Why don't you do more short stories? it's a genre with a lot of potential.

      Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I'm sure I will in the future. I've been putting my time and mental energy into my 'No One' series. Although, sometimes I take a break and write poetry (because I can write poems swiftly). I will get back to the short story genre sometime soon.

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      5 years ago

      We can all look forward to it! Blessings.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      Awww; thanks!

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      Larry Okeke 4 years ago from Enugu, Nigeria

      Sitting on the fields all day? Not exactly my own idea of a great story as we notice that the Lady or Man (Its not mentioned what sex our day dreamer belongs to) has no thoughts we can relate with, no problem she's running away from, no wishes, just sitting and facing the skies and dreaming her head off?

      I think this story could be edited to be less insipid really.

      Voted up and useful. and i really love the pictures too.

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      Erin Bower 4 years ago from Georgia

      Larry Okeke: I appreciate the constructive criticism. It is a very short story, so there's not much room for character development. The main character is meant to be female. This is mostly meant to convey feeling and it is left up to the readers' imagination to find meaning. Thanks for being honest and for voting. :)

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      Jessee R 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Beautiful fiction! Loved it:)

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      Erin Bower 4 years ago from Georgia

      rahul0324: Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it. :)

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      SilentReed 4 years ago from Philippines

      While a comment above may have a point about the lack of a story plot or character development, it is anything but insipid.The poetry of words make this a charming idyll with it's evocation of feelings transporting us to that field of dreams. Sadly we must wake up from the dream and return to the "Day after day" of mundane life.:)

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      Erin Bower 4 years ago from Georgia

      SilentReed: Thank you for your forthright and insightful comment! I really like how you said that 'we must wake up from the dream'. That's a great point of view regarding this short story. Quite honestly, this is like a dream: it might be a little confusing but I hope it's beautiful nonetheless. Thanks for reading!

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      Kristen Mazzola 3 years ago from South Florida

      I loved how well the pictures complimented this piece of great writing! Wonderful!

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      Erin Bower 3 years ago from Georgia

      khmazz: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. :)

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