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The leaves were glowing bright red, as if they were on fire. The path gleamed and winked at me. The trees spread their branches wide, like arms. My foot stepped in front of the other. The end of the path was obscured. Where would it lead? When I looked down I noticed the blood-stained leaves crushed. There was something tangible in the air, a taste on my tongue. Something dark was hidden here. “Lets go, I’m bored,” my sister whined. She couldn’t see what I could. She couldn’t see the warm, wet blood dripping off the leaves. What secret was hidden in these woods?
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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Ew, in a way they do like like droplets of blood. I tasted it in the air. You’ve made this path one I don’t want to follow at all! :)
Its definitely a path that wouldn’t be delightful. I’m curious to what the secret is… maybe I should keep writing… :P Thanks for the comment! Hey, if you say that your story is “another short one”, my story must be miniscule! :P
I always think you should keep writing, so if you’re asking me… :)
In the forest of scarlet
I was lost
Trailing next to a trickling stream
Of blood.
Light sprinkled in through the
Berry leaves
I trudged through the thistle that reached
My knees.
The sun began to set, the path
Out stretched.
The smell of copper and metal greeted my senses and landed
On my tongue.
Scrapes and cuts through
My flesh
Where the branches
Had scratched.
Eventually I could go on
No more.
Fallen and spread out on the red-painted leaves
I succumbed to the forest which
Bleeds.
This is inspired. I like “light sprinkled in.”
Beautiful. I loved the powerful ending. The description of ‘succumbing’ to the forest was brilliant – “Fallen and spread out on the red-painted leaves
I succumbed to the forest which” . Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write with a great poem, authormercedes!
Thank you! I quite enjoyed the challenged, I’m definitely in for next week’s as well ;]
I can’t wait to see you there! ;)
Another short one. Here’s Which Witch?.
Wow! I loved it. I really love the bickering between mother and daughter, it felt really authentic, especially the build up of the mother’s irritation. I just adore the twist from the witch being an external evil or “witch” to the mother.
“There was a wicked witch in these woods. She could feel her evil, but maybe it wasn’t the best thing to say so.” – LOVED IT! A fantastic ending. It delivered the full blow of the revelation. I also adored this part because it made me smile – “”Flower Anne!” she shrieked, as the red leaves found their way to Annie’s curious tongue.” Great work, Annie. Thanks for contributing this week at Picture it & write. :) Its always a delight to read your work!
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Hey, Eliza! It’s great to see you contribute this week. :) I loved the image of the path being a open vein. Stunning! That was a great idea. I hope to see you next week, here at Picture it & write. ;)
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I have never seen such a beautiful scenery. The bloodshed trees and bright yet dead leaves made the forest simultaneously seem creepy and welcoming.
I took a step forward.
Where was I already? Oh yeah, in this charming forest which I happened to find on my way back home.
I started to walk.
What is this place? Where is my home? How did I come here?
I began to run around the red trees, red sunlight, red ground…
What was happening? Who I am already?
There has been war here. There has been torture…
And blood.
It is the Doomed Forest and anyone who dares to take a step into it cannot find his way back and loses everything, forgets everything but the horrible death that awaits…
That’s very creepy. I really like how you kept using questions throughout your story, it illustrated the confusion and feeling of being lost the forest creates. I love how you saw an enchanting, lethal forest in this picture. Thanks for contributing this week with another one of your creative stories! :)
Creepy and welcoming. :)
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