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The woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
May 23, 2007
I rarely feel emotion.
It’s funny how that simpleton downtown refused to come to an adventure; he’d usually mix up his words when invited because he’d get more excited than the host. That cheerful beggar never really understood the things that lie ahead of his acts. But that time he made me feel annoyed, like orange and pink (they don’t mix well now, do they?). It’s as if coming with me was a bad idea. Nevertheless, I didn’t push after the first invitation. I guess I’m pretty straightforward to talk with. So I just shrugged him off and continued on my way,convincing myself that I could just bring something, or someone else.
That was the first and only time I ever thought of bringing another with me to the woods since I’m always comfortable going there alone. Maybe because I felt lonely.
Or scared.
Probably not the latter… I mean, I know this is just a safe yet… disorganized place.
And I hope I’m not wrong. Weird though—thinking about it makes my throat itch really bad.
There’s just really something in this day that bringing something or someone along is the right thing to do.
And here I am now, alone, in the middle of the woods—the very same spot I go to when I go here.
There’s nothing really wrong… at least that’s what I believe in. But the back of my mind is trying to say something else.
She closed her notebook and rested under her favorite shady tree, looking around. Her tree stood tall, its leaves and its friends swinging gently through the breeze. As quiet as she would get, she would hear the lizards clicking in recognition meters away, before the birds would come along and overpower their noise with humble tones.
She closed her eyes. On occasions like this she would usually scream and enjoy the sound of her voice running through pure nature, as it carries all the troubles in her. But today, she embraced what her world gave.
It wasn’t long before a drizzle came. And what started as soft drops of water became heavy pouring of rain, drenching her. Drops and drops of them hit her, roughly and gently.
She felt it pass through her skin, through her veins and into her heart. And though she knew that her science never really held that true, she believed in it in that moment because she felt no warmth inside her. There was a dominant blankness that resided.
Thankfully though, the rain slowly resided, and the warm light of the dusk gave an earthy, humid feeling despite the cold breeze.
The rain came and left. I counted the minutes. 30.
Funny, it reminded me of this one post about continuous screaming for some 30 minutes may cause permanent screaming. I wonder if it was true.
Her concentration was cut when she heard meek rustling. She partly shivered, and partly giggled to herself whilst staring at the source of the sound because she found the scene ever so cliché for her mind.
But the glaring eyes made her stand from her place and run.
She did, and managed to lose whatever or whoever owned those eyes. This was when she realized that she was lost.
She finally felt fear. It crept in her.
I rarely feel real emotion.
I felt nasty.
I don’t like fear. It felt nasty… gray, and cold, like an undisturbed piece of the earth. And it crept with adrenaline—red and furiously nuts.
Together it was cold, and mucky.
It made me sweat, and made me run, screaming.
It made me crack my voice.
And it made me lost.
I don’t know where I am now.
She quivered slightly in the deafening silence.
The woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
I hear my sub-consciousness. Or do I?
It’s been hours and the sun had set.
I still feel remnants of fear. It feels gritty.
Why didn’t I just force that guy to come along?
I eventually found an arched area. There seems to be something behind this but I could never know at this point of the night.
She looked up, peering in the darkness, away from her moonlight. She continued writing without looking down…
I guess I’ll just have to ch
… and she screamed uncontrollably, and managed to run, looking for help.
Then she felt something hit her head. Hard.
Then she woke up, gasping for air.
—
May 30, 2007
I went back in bright daylight and checked what was behind the arch. It led to nowhere.
It’s been three days since that incident. My head still hurts and I still don’t know how it happened.
And I still don’t know what, or who was after me.
She encircled “it”, furiously.
Nor do I know how the hell I completely lost my voice.
I’m trying to make it work the past few days, and I’m not giving up.
I need my voice, whether or not I could be heard.
I can’t believe it just got lost into nothing.
There’s a passage a few meters from this arch too, with something glowing in the end, and the way feels safe. Hopefully my sub-consciousness is helping me here. But I could never be sure. And the sun’s going down soon.
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
She left her place and cautiously went into the passage, hoping that she’d be able to get out.
Even without her voice.
The woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
Possibly far enough where you’ll never be heard again.
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A/N: Fiction.
I tried to give it a mystery kind of vibe.
I'm not so sure if I got that though.
Hurrah for Literature!
I tried to give it a mystery kind of vibe.
I'm not so sure if I got that though.
Hurrah for Literature!
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Hello, please allow me to say that this is an interesting read 
. Will it have any more chapter? Or a sequel?
And while we are at that, you did a great job of raising a mysterious atmosphere that make me curious about who is this girl? What happened to her? And just what was looking at her in the forest before she got lost. Everything seem to tell you that something bad is going to happen. Her sense was telling her that, also the adventurous friend who suddenly refused to go was a clear sign.
The story was somehow fast paced, but wasn't in a bad way. It's the opposite, it fit comfratably into the atmosphere around a threatened girl. Everything happened so fast that she couldn't even figure out just what was going on anymore.
Your character's inner thoughts were also well written. The only downside that I can see is that, while you've done a good job creating such a great overall atmosphere and scene, I didn't feel as much about the character. The girl's personality wasn't conveyed clearly. Which is also why I hope that there would be more chapters of this, since I wish to see more of her.
Best of luck
.
. Will it have any more chapter? Or a sequel?And while we are at that, you did a great job of raising a mysterious atmosphere that make me curious about who is this girl? What happened to her? And just what was looking at her in the forest before she got lost. Everything seem to tell you that something bad is going to happen. Her sense was telling her that, also the adventurous friend who suddenly refused to go was a clear sign.
The story was somehow fast paced, but wasn't in a bad way. It's the opposite, it fit comfratably into the atmosphere around a threatened girl. Everything happened so fast that she couldn't even figure out just what was going on anymore.
Your character's inner thoughts were also well written. The only downside that I can see is that, while you've done a good job creating such a great overall atmosphere and scene, I didn't feel as much about the character. The girl's personality wasn't conveyed clearly. Which is also why I hope that there would be more chapters of this, since I wish to see more of her.
Best of luck
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