The Forest
The darkness was reaching over the sky, a hand reaching out, fingers creeping over to shut the world in a cage of darkness.
I get lost in the forest when a gust of wind sweeps a pile of leaves up into the air. The leaves are a vibrant yellow that seem to glow in the crisp, dark air. The leaves twirl around me like magical fairies, floating up higher and higher. Then I suddenly hear a crack. I spin to see an old woman staring at me. Her face is wrinkly and there are dark purple droops under her eyes.
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