Not Poem Sorry, But It's Part of a Story I'M Writing, Comments and Opinions Please

Chapter 1 – The Field There I was, looking at the field. It looked incredibly long but was one of the most gracious fields I’d ever seen. It was about six feet high up off the ground and everything looked green. The field itself was not only a field though. It was full of fruit, freshly grown fruit. From watermelons to peaches to apples to oranges, the field had everything. It looked so tempting to eat. But, I dared not to. One of the reasons I didn’t though; I was warned. Now, the angel, he was at my side and as I approached the never ending field he stopped me. With just one tap on the shoulder I let him move past. Floating to the front, he explained to me about this field. He explained this field was a temptation field and to eat the fruit was forbidden. Yet, to do so at your own will, may cost you your life. He never told me his name, but he explained that this field is a test. He said, “If you make it out of the field, two more tests you will bestow against you. For to return home; you must pass all three.” As soon as he explained that to me, he vanished. As I walked closer to the field, I had this weird feeling that someone was watching me and if not someone, something. Yet, no one was to be seen. The field itself looked to be about two football field lengths wide and from where I stood I was unable to see the end. I kept thinking two more tests until I go home? Was it some sick and twisted game? All I wanted to do was go home. To me, it felt like an Alice in Wonderland movie, but there was no rabbit hole. Yet, I kept thinking about the angel. He looked so pure; so untouched. He had this tall like figure, not because he was floating but because he seemed to be about maybe 5’11 or taller. I couldn’t tell the eye color from his gracious glow but if I had to guess, it’d be hazel. Now, from the looks of how he dressed, he’s apparel looked as if it was one of gods. Like the togas of a 6th grade project times one thousand. His long white and gold gown flowed so evenly against his perfect flawless skin. Now, people have the ideas of gods and supernatural people all wrong; he didn’t have a sparkle or super abnormal muscles. His skin looked the finest of a male model, but more towards the average of any human. But, I think I’m ranting now.