This is another response to an online writing prompt. I share these just to show that writing can be practiced all the time, even when you only have a few minutes to spare. Responding to prompts like this one are a great way to keep you skills sharp. I hope you like this one. Feel free to write your own little mini-story about this prompt.
She had a name, but none knew it. She was known only as the Apple Sorceress. She had been carved from one of the massive apples that grew on the slopes of Mount Zhor, a foreboding mountain that stood squarely in the middle of the continent, casting its shadow across the plains of Ammonarsik. The trees that bore the apples towered over a thousand feet into the sky, brushing the bottoms of clouds that skirted the summit. No one knew the sculptor, not even the Apple Sorceress, but the people knew that an apple from Zhor bore her into the world. Rumbling with the voice of a hundred thunders, the apple had tumbled onto the plain, unfolding from its more or less spherical shape after coming to rest at the foot of the mountain. The cuts in the apple’s skin were clear for all to see, carved with great skill and care. One moment an apple, the next a towering figure of a woman, standing over eight feet tall. Her skin was pale, but darkened rapidly after being exposed to the light, as apples always do.