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Flowering. Approach. Part 4: Traverse through the forest

by Thavien Yliaster 6 months ago in Series
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What you will find is not always good for you, or safe.

Warning: Flowering is not a lighthearted series. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

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Placing the rock beneath a tree, at first he started to run off into the forest until he started to slow down his pace into a jog and eventually into a walk. Walking through the forest, he looked up into the trees, gazing at the branches. Looking at the squirrels and birds moving from branch-to-branch, a smile started to creep across his face. His heart started to leap with a simple joy just as the animals were leaping around in the forest.

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Looking at a log, he saw some shelf fungi growing on the bark. “We’ve eaten something like that before. Mom put it in a bowl of water with a bird or two.” His stomach thinking about food, he thought about the apple that he had stored in a pocket on his shirt, but also thought that he’d have to save that for the trap that he was going to set. “Save for the bait. You’ll get something great.”

While traversing the forest, he came across a part that appeared to be a path of fallen leaves that littered the forest floor. It was as if the trees had all agreed to split naturally and form a tunnel of leaves above the ground with their branches. When he was first able to acknowledge it, he recalled that his father told him about how sometimes nature would make natural wonders for the world. Sometimes they would be canopies of leaves, great circular shaped lakes on the edges of rivers, cracks in the land deeper than the highest hills, and sometimes areas with which clouds were below the ground but yet still above them in the sky at the same time.

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After coming across the river, kneeling down, he swiftly tilted his previous trap upwards and yanked it up from the water. “Yes,” he was thrilled. Within there he didn’t just see, but also heard several shiners flopping around along with the tail flicks from the pinchers. Shaking the basket, he wanted to make sure that the pinchers wouldn’t climb out, pinch him, and make him drop the basket. After hitting several sides both times, he placed his other, newer trap in the creek where his previous one was.

Walking back, he clutched the basket to his chest, drumming a beat on it with his hands, entertaining himself, but also keeping the pinchers from climbing out. “Dad taught me that,” he thought. “He taught me a lot.” He started thinking about his anger again, “Why is it that he can teach me so much, but it seems that I can’t seem to teach him?” His drum beating started to get faster and hit harder.

Then he stopped within the leaf tunnel. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Actually he did see something out of the corner of his eye. It was tall, and slender. He thought it was a deer, but upon turning to his right side to face it, he was surprised.

His heart nearly skipped a beat. He’s seen this creature before, but not this specific one. He was so initially frightened that he dropped his basket trap, and his apple shook out of his pocket. “My bait!” Getting down quickly, he picked up the trap and prepared to scoop up any fish and crawfish that had flopped out of the trap. Luckily for him, none had escaped. Looking up at the creature, he was reaching out for the apple, but his fascination along with his innate sense of fear quenched his nerves into getting up and running with what he already had. “There’s more apples at home. Let this one go.”


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.



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