She ran.

Her lungs screamed, her thighs screeched for her to stop, but she didn’t. She went back the way she came-from the Yellow Brick Road-until she found herself back where it had all started. It had been about a day or two since the twister had spit her out in this awful place, but she was just too weak to take it any longer.

Those cursed shoes were stuck to the bottom of her dainty little feet, glitter sparkling in the sunlight, and radiating a red glow caused by the dark red color of the shoes.

The shoes themselves were nothing special, only that they’d take her home. They were covered completely in a dark red color-the color of her mother’s lipstick when she went to the monthly festival in the town to buy some more vegetables for supper. The red color was covered in sparkling bits of glitter that made the shoes more attractive.

She stood at the entrance of the Yellow Brick Road and pushed her two ponytails aside as she knelt forward, pursed her lips into a thin line, and spun the balls of her feet for a moment, and then clicked her heels back together. She repeated the motion two more times while whispering under her breath.

“There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!” she whispered gently, and began to feel the unforgiving wind which pulled her hair, and swept her off balance.

The twister was taking her home.

“Goodbye Oz!” she screamed with delight.

Dorothy Gale was going home.

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Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
2 years ago

A very clever alternate view of an old favourite story. Well done, Ila!

Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
2 years ago

I liked the way you managed to see the story through your own eyes. Imagination is a very powerful tool for the writer. Well done Ila.

Susan Dawson
Susan Dawson(@susan-dawson)
2 years ago

I like your take on this old story and the theme.

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musing mind
musing mind(@musing-mind)
2 years ago

At times we crave for our homes so badly. Your description reflects that love for home. Well written.

Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
2 years ago

I’ve come back Ila, I forgot to tick that I like your story.

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Fuji
Fuji(@fuji)
2 years ago

No contest on the theme of “Home” would be complete without Dorothy, the red shoes and the yellow brick road. Thanks, Ila, for letting us all experience Oz once again! And of course, you and Dorothy are so right – there really is no place like home!

You are already a good writer. As you continue to read, study, write and get helpful feedback, you’ll get better and better. You have a great future!

Katy Bizi
Katy Bizi(@katy-bizi)
1 year ago

I just love how the writer transformed the old “Wizard of Oz” and gave it such a refreshing tone!

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

There’s no place like home. A very old story but I like the way you manage to show us the story. Good job, Ila.

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