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Section I: Write a story, by answering these questions as if you're telling a story.

So you're walking along in a forest. What season is it?

After a while, you come to a wall. What kind of wall is it? (height, material, shape, etc..)

What do you do about it?

Further in the forest, you happen upon a cup. Describe the cup.

What do you do with it (if anything)?

Next you spot a knife. Describe the knife.

What do you do with it (if anything)?

Next you come across a body of water. What type of body of water is it?

What do you do about it?

Finally, the path you seemed to have made for yourself looks like it ends at a cave. What do you think of it?

What do you do about it?

The End

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It all started like a dream. I woke up and here i was, in the woods. Surrounded by the greenness of nature, somehow i felt belonged. Or at least, i thought. City life hasn't spare me much sanity. Thank God for the green. I realised it was spring, signalled by the blooming of flowers. Red, pink, yellow, blue and white. Colours of life. 

I let in a deep breath. What a nice weather for trekking outdoors.

Down the winding path, there stood a wall, ruptured by blows dealt by the past. Yet, it was still standing rigidly, as if it told of a legend of a brave fort. I stood about there feeling impressed about it for a moment, and decided to move on and enjoy my walk. I guess, walls.... will stay as walls. I mean, i've got no interest, else i'm an archeologist now.

Immersed in the surreal surroundings, i kicked something and almost tripped. I looked down in time to notice a shard of porcelain broke off of the edges of some tableware-like thingy. Dusting off the mud that half burried it in the ground, i realised it was a beautiful - despite muddy - cup, with delicate carvings and an aboriginal insignia at the bottom of the cup. A strange sense of admiration desired for my hands to pick it up and keep it, and so i did. As i made my way forward again.

Halted in my track, i spotted a knife on the ground which I picked it up and examined it out of curiosity. It was a modern cutting knife with the carved initials YJ on one end of the blade near where the handle holds. My last 2 initials. Intrigued by the coincidence, i spotted about a big oak tree and carved my initials on its tough bark with the knife, which i then thrusted it into the soil next to the tree. My territory. I grinned widely like a child who was treated her 1st strawberry ice cream.

It was not far where i then saw a pool of crystal clear water. Glad being able to finally savor some cool drink, i didn't bother about hygiene for that minute. After all, what's being on an adventure without really being like you're in one/ being some city-clean-freak? Realising i was rather tired from the earlier walk, i decided it was a nice place to take a rest here after all.

Finally get myself hyped again for another new adventure, i thread on, and eventually came before a cave. The looming darkness beyond was overwhelmed with uncertainties, and that instant, i could tell it was infinitely deep. Not knowing what lies ahead, i didn't want to take my chances of the countless possibilities that could happen in there. Faltered, I decided i'd head back to the water and enjoy the birds chirpping... and the breeze. wheeee~ I guess, I'd always want to see the bright, now and always. 

Section II: Here's what your story means:

The journey through the forest represents your life. The way you feel about the season you picked represents the way you feel about life. If it's winter in your story and you love winter, you are enjoying your life.

The wall represents your problems in life. The height, material, and shape is your view of your problems' surmountability. What you do about it is how you face your problems.

The cup means your friends. What you do with it is you feel about them or how you treat them.

The knife is your view of marriage. What you do with it is how you feel about it.

The body of water is your view of sex. Was it a large ocean of opportunity? Was it a dirty puddle? Did you jump in? Did you drink it up? Did you pass it by?

The cave is your view of death. If you went in, you are not afraid of death.

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Now, someone interpret this properly for me please? lol..