A picture tells a story...

I heard a noise and turned around, I saw a man through my bedroom window he was wearing a hat and a long coat. He was making strange movements and a choreography with an umbrella and music. 

I realised that it was raining and he was trying to open his umbrella while the mobile phone in his pocket was ringing. He couldn't open the umbrella and he was getting wet but he answered the call. Many cars passed and he got distracted so he threw the phone,  used the umbrella like it was the phone and ran away. -Clara J. 

I heard a noise and turned around.
I was in the middle of the forest, where I used to be sorrounded by trees and flowers, which were dancing and singing, moving slowly but happily, playing with the wind everyday and every time.
I used to go there to escape from all my problems, it was a place where I could find peace. There was no silence, but it was quiet. Poppies whispered while I was lying on the grass, having deep thoughts and breathing in nature's air.
But that noise I heard wasn't the same as I used to hear. Poppies didn't dance like they used to. They didn't sing anymore. All I could hear in that confusing moment was a scream, coming from leaves falling from the trees, and flowers asking for help. 
They seemed to be blaming me for something, something that I hadn't done. 
I coudn't find peace in that place any more, I don't know why.
The wind was strong, but I couldn't hear what it was saying.
Everything had changed. -Jordi G.