The forest of Wellspell was beautiful and boasted an almost impenetrable canopy. The heart of the forest was home to a well-kept secret for centuries – the land of Erindell. Steep, intensely rocky terrain on all sides isolated Erindell from the rest of the world. To the human eye, Eridell appeared to be a rocky ridge that was covered in stones of all shapes and sizes.
Erindell was a land of enchantment. The grass was green and soft as a baby’s skin, the waters ran clear and blue, the air was pure and all the Erindellians led a peaceful, happy life. A majority of the population consisted of mosquitoes, rats, cockroaches, flies, spiders, snakes, chicken, duck, pigs, turkeys, and livestock. But if one looked closely enough they would be able to spot a few dogs, cats, peacocks, elephants, rhinos, lions, tigers, cheetahs, monkeys, guinea pigs, and many other members of the animal kingdom. Not a single human had ever set foot on Erindell. And they wouldn’t either. The Erindellians were a vastly diverse group, but they had one thing in common – they had all suffered much pain at the hands of humans until Death transported to the wonderful land of Erindell. Now, they were in a much better place. Safe and happy in a land where humans couldn’t hurt them anymore.
This story was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – the #writephoto prompt. The challenge is to use the given photo prompt as an inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly. Thank you, Sue for hosting this challenge. Click on the link to know more about this challenge and to read the entries by my fellow bloggers.
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