The Ultimate Short Story Ink-vine Challenge! - Intro

So, the 'Ink-Vine Short Story Challenge' is finally under way, and here is the place to check out the story as it progresses. I just sent out the intro to our first writer, and should get it back within the next week. Until then, here is the intro to said story, written by yours truly. Enjoy!

Untitled Ink-Vine Short Story
by Disaster, Ink.

Tabitha thoroughly enjoyed sitting under her favorite, overgrown oak tree in her favorite park on the outskirts of her rather small town. It stood on the very top of a hill, overlooking the suburban streets and houses, as well as the long stream that crossed right through her community. No one made their way to the top of the hill; they preferred staying on the level ground, taking in the sun, playing with their dogs, enjoying the company of a loved one. But this hill and this tree, which knotted and twisted its way from the roots to the branches, filled with vibrant, full green leaves, was Tabitha’s sanctuary. She would always go to this place after a long day’s work, writing in her journal until the sun’s final rays made its way below the horizon line. Much like her spot in the field under the tree, the journal was for her and for her only. She was the only one who would jot down notes, and she bore the only eyes that would see its contents.

The sun had nearly set; she had eighteen minutes precisely before the sky would grow dark, and she would have to make her way home. She was so keen to the sun’s rotation; she knew exactly when it would set each day. Tabitha continued to pen her thoughts down in the antique, cracked leather-bound journal; its pages crinkled and yellowed with age. Tabitha thought of her fictional world, letting her ink take control of her as she penned down her tale, which reads as follows...