Whispers of the Unseen : A Freewrite

The sun descended in the sky, stretching out its long, dark silhouettes across the little, peaceful municipality of Willowbrook. Kids laughed as they amused themselves in the park, and the fragrances of newly blossomed flowers ventured through the air. Among them was a young lad called Daniel, whose eyes - wide and inquisitive - mirrored the marvelousness of the environment about him.

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Daniel had always been a reticent youth, more fulfilled to observe rather than partake in the noisy diversions of his peers. His mom, Emily, continually commented he had a profound rapport with the natural universe, a perceptiveness to the cycle of life that surpassed the mundane.

On this specific afternoon, as he observed a butterfly alighting on a neighbouring daisy, a peculiar tingle occurred in Daniel's nostrils. It started as a quiet, barely discernible feeling, yet within moments, it grew into a commanding urge that called for his focus. He wrinkled his forehead and attempted to stifle the impending sneeze, however it was to no avail.

"Achoo!" The sound was sharp and sudden, echoing through the park like a gunshot.
Startled, the other kids whirled to gaze at Daniel. His figure spasmed and he tumbled to the ground, limbs thrashing uncontrollably. Dread coursed through the assembly, and Emily dashed forward, her pulse racing in her breast.