Lost
The leaves crackle, my fists stiffen as I snaillike, trembling through the woods. I dodge around the trees without making a sound. I hear a noise jarring through the air. What is it? I think to myself. Suddenly I hear a soft tap, of something approaching. The sound gets louder and louder, I try to race out of the woods but find myself still here, like there was nothing going on and I was just on stroll, in the woods, with a monster thing hunting me. Do these woods ever end. I sweat. I blubber. I Wish, I never came.
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