She almost didn't recognize the city she had once called home. Who knew so much could change in 200 years? Use the above prompt as the beginning of your story. Be creative. Be sure to have a logical order. I cannot tell you what to write you need to be creative.

The tree's leaves sway with the wind, the moon lights up the dark night sky. The fridged air breaks the silence between two siblings. Owls and kyoties rustle in the bushes. Yet the darkness hears only one thing. The pitter-patter of two young children's hearts. Bum-Bum, Bum-Bum.  Tears hit the ground, "Why are you crying?" whisperd the darkness. "The Storm is coming." The child responded.  It was a dark and stormy night, the snow-coated all the tree's in a white blanket. While the darkness watched two little boys freeze Knowing nothing can be done.

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