Six Minute Writing Exercise

Write for 6 minutes and don't stop. See what happens. Here's my (edited) 6:

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Lazily strumming her guitar, Layla sprawled out upon the grass, grinning to herself. She looked up at the sky, noticing a cloud shaped like a giraffe, and she brushed her long jet-black hair out of her eyes. The sun beat down on her back and she ran her fingers through the lush grass, laying her guitar to her side and letting herself sink into the soft ground.

In the distance she heard whistling and she knew it was her sister, Maribelle, playing in the open field, a kite flying high above her head. Maribelle also had dark black hair and looked like a miniature version of her older sister. She tried her hardest to play guitar like Layla, but her 5-year-old fingers would not cooperate.

"Fly with me!" Maribelle cried out.

"Mari, go play for a bit, I'll be right there, sweetie," Layla had told her little sister fifteen minutes earlier.

Layla let her eyes fall shut. 

But when she opened her eyes and called out for Maribelle, she found no one.

Maribelle was not in the field, only her kite was left, the string spilling across the grass as it fell from the sky.

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