i need help writing a creative story about a girl alone in the woods please answer ill mark the answers as brainliest and give 20 points
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Everything that I see perishes sooner or later, and in times I too have to be swept away, so what’s really there in life? This way it doesn’t even matter if I live or die, because at the end nothing would matter, it just ends.” She thought. She always carries a smile as if she wants everyone else to be happy, and to some extent or even to more extent she has done that. She greet everyone with adore as if she wants to tell everyone passing by her that “you matter to me.” But today inside she is empty, as if a hollow inside her has suddenly revealed. She had been empty sometimes, often and very often in the lonely night. The “Why” inside her has soared today that she became restless.
“She works so hard and gets nothing but the failure”, at least it’s the way she thinks, then she also knows that “She can only try, try and try because the result isn’t in her control.” She carries bunch of hope all the time, she knows her mind, and she also know that feeling either happy or unhappy or tranquil or relentless is all but that tiny brain on its work in progress. But she can’t satisfy with that today. She has something bigger to think today, a big question has been troubling her mind. She knows her loneliness better, and knows her own flows where she could hum the song of solace. But she has been never been able to get away from the feeling of emptiness. Ever since her childhood, she has been a simple girl with kind and compassion, she always loves everyone, she has been disciplined, she follows her parents, she works hard to make the people around her happy, but still she feels worthless inside her. There is something darker inside her, a dark Rhino is continuously hunting her today that she can’t feel anything but worthless. She has probably many people to smile with, but none when she has no smile to show. So, she has lost herself somewhere in the morass of world and people.
Everybody is busy inside their own screen, that even their thoughts would reflect in some sorts of morphing animation in the screen, and there she was with all the human feeling. She watched the mirror that everyone else holds, and later felt how ugly was she. She has seen the river, and she did know how to cross the river to reach the other shore, because that the other end of the shore is what she likes. When she looks beyond her own sights she could feel the buzzing uitwaaien in that eternal valley, where nothing is guided by the knicks and knacks of the world, she could realize herself and stay calm talking with the little princess. But today she couldn’t even see the river, she just got stuck in mess of voices that ultimately produced the cacophony that she could no more endure.
Looking after her own computer screen where she tried to heal herself with the ambiguous philosophy streaming like an old pig falters, she asked herself “What really is it? What really is my life? Or what really is their life? What really is a life? What really is something that matter?” She waited the video to be buffered, and then again came to the same torrent of questions that she has been getting since she got hurt today. “How much I worked for the exam doesn’t even matter, neither how much care about the salping in which I pour water everyday, the roaring vehicles in the street doesn’t matter, the beggars in the temple don’t matter, the traveller she passed while coming to the office don’t matter?”
“Then what’s really matters? Is it the grief that I’m feeling today? Is it something that matters.” The philosophy finally streamed, the internet is always high and low like the waist of the voluptuous boy she saw today. “Why should I let go of things, for which I’ve worked so hard on? Why should I accept the failure, when I’ve already worked so hard? Why shouldn’t I be treated as nice as I treats them? Why shouldn’t I expect something from them, when I’ve already given so much of mine?” She has been searching for the answers of all these questions which have been surging inside her. But she has no answer and she can’t really answer; the streaming video finally ends at somewhere between 10 minutes of heavy words and beautiful applauses saying “let it go…” Then she insist “She can’t” . The inner fights kept going on until she could slumber peacefully. Then next day would come and she would again come with her smiling face….. Then I never know what questions may ponder inside her.
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