Chelsea Gilliatt
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The trip
I ran. its all I could do I this point He was coming. It was coming and there is nothing I can do about it. The forest is tall like a man but acts like the devil. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come. The forest was a complex place, full of vines and roots which twist and turn in all different ways. The tress shield their faces away from me too scared to see about what's going to come they hide their oak layer and replace it with mother natures mask. They wail for something, anyone, to come and protect their from the curse and cruelly of the forest but the forest isn't from a fairly tale so no one came to save them. The animals of the forest run away from the pain which laid there, waiting for them to fall for it, like they always do in the spell of hopelessness. The forest wasn't always filled with this curse, It was once filled with light and the goodness we all have in us but sometimes we all don't get our happy ending and the curse will be waiting to come and rain over us like pollution in the sea. Much like the pollution in the sea, The forest kills any or every source of light and live in it in a slowly mental way. I couldn't stay anymore i need to leave. i climb my way of out that forest and my eyes land on a dock? why would there be a dock next to a forest?
By Chelsea Gilliatt4 years ago in Horror