Into The Forest {part 1}
14 December, 2009
Author: Puppet
I was probably the first to spot them; in any case, I had already been staring at them for a good minute before I heard Mark’s sharp gasp behind me. Then we both watched the immobile men who sat cross-legged and silent, ringing the edge of the forest clearing. There were about a dozen of them, each eerily still at the base of a tree, twelve trees with twelve men like idols left as offerings to the forest. Even as we gazed on them we had to struggle to maintain our vision; the pre-dawn light was dim, and moreover the motionless men were covered in mud, sap and bark, camouflaging them to any casual observer—if one existed this deep in the Brown Woods. We only knew to look from the stories we’d heard whispered through town. |
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Part One of a short story I am writing. Stay tuned... |
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