I don't know when this story truly starts. Does it start when I took my first step into the forest, or does it start the morning before? The morning I got a teensy weensy bit curious. I'm not going to drown you in the boring details of the morning before because, quite frankly, I guess that part of the story doesn't matter. I guess I just got a little fed up about having to look at this mysterious forest surrounding my house and having no clue where it leads to or what it holds. So, being the daring dare devil I am, I decided to take a look. For the first time in my life, I wish I just minded my own business.
I buttoned up my winter coat in quick little motions and put on my ugly winter boots that are enormously too big for me. Has soon as I opened up the door, the bone-chilling winter air blew onto my face making me squint and cover my face. The frozen leaves crunched under my boots has I slowly walked closer to the edge of the forest.
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
SNAP
CRUNCH
I made it. The edge of the forest. All I have to do is take one big step, and I'd be officially in the forest. My legs and feet weren't seeming to move. "Deep breathes. In and out. " I scolded myself. The only thing I have to do is be brave and take a step. One little step.
I end up being brave enough to take a few steps. Then I stop, completely mesmerized by what I'm seeing. The forest isn't dark anymore, in fact, it's as bright as a summer day, even though it is depressing and cloudy outside today. It takes me a second to realize that I'm sweating. What is going on? It's about 80 degrees in this stupid forest. What seemed like a scary, haunted place ended up being the most beautiful place I've ever seen in my life. Every tree is standing up perfectly straight and the whole area seems to be glowing. I breathe in deep and the smell of lilacs is very strong and powerful. Calming, in fact. Am I dreaming? I look down at the ground and realize there is folded paper everywhere. Like notes or something. On the front it says "Dear Alice" or "Dear Billy" in cursive letters. Almost like lonely letters that never quite made it to the person it was sent to. It's kind of sad, actually. From the distance, I notice a little girl with long black hair. Her mother is with her, almost identical. They are holding hands and laughing about something. All of the sudden, they fade away as quickly as they became present.
There is another one. A boy, about my age. He's laying against a tree, with a note book and pencil in hand. He's crying, and he looks very lonely. He fades away just like the mother and her child did. Soon enough, mysterious figures are coming and going, each one having a different story.
All of the sudden, I have a mission. I walk around the enchanting forest, looking for a stick. Once I finally find one, I begin carving huge letter into the ground.
Once I'm finished, I take a few steps back and admire my artwork.
In bold cursive letters its says "The Forest of Lost Letters and Forgotten Memories."
Will I be a memory that appears here too, once I leave?
Or will my visit be forgotten right once I step out of the forest, back to the home where I feel safe?
Suddenly, I realize something.
I can never come back here again.
I buttoned up my winter coat in quick little motions and put on my ugly winter boots that are enormously too big for me. Has soon as I opened up the door, the bone-chilling winter air blew onto my face making me squint and cover my face. The frozen leaves crunched under my boots has I slowly walked closer to the edge of the forest.
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
SNAP
CRUNCH
I made it. The edge of the forest. All I have to do is take one big step, and I'd be officially in the forest. My legs and feet weren't seeming to move. "Deep breathes. In and out. " I scolded myself. The only thing I have to do is be brave and take a step. One little step.
I end up being brave enough to take a few steps. Then I stop, completely mesmerized by what I'm seeing. The forest isn't dark anymore, in fact, it's as bright as a summer day, even though it is depressing and cloudy outside today. It takes me a second to realize that I'm sweating. What is going on? It's about 80 degrees in this stupid forest. What seemed like a scary, haunted place ended up being the most beautiful place I've ever seen in my life. Every tree is standing up perfectly straight and the whole area seems to be glowing. I breathe in deep and the smell of lilacs is very strong and powerful. Calming, in fact. Am I dreaming? I look down at the ground and realize there is folded paper everywhere. Like notes or something. On the front it says "Dear Alice" or "Dear Billy" in cursive letters. Almost like lonely letters that never quite made it to the person it was sent to. It's kind of sad, actually. From the distance, I notice a little girl with long black hair. Her mother is with her, almost identical. They are holding hands and laughing about something. All of the sudden, they fade away as quickly as they became present.
There is another one. A boy, about my age. He's laying against a tree, with a note book and pencil in hand. He's crying, and he looks very lonely. He fades away just like the mother and her child did. Soon enough, mysterious figures are coming and going, each one having a different story.
All of the sudden, I have a mission. I walk around the enchanting forest, looking for a stick. Once I finally find one, I begin carving huge letter into the ground.
Once I'm finished, I take a few steps back and admire my artwork.
In bold cursive letters its says "The Forest of Lost Letters and Forgotten Memories."
Will I be a memory that appears here too, once I leave?
Or will my visit be forgotten right once I step out of the forest, back to the home where I feel safe?
Suddenly, I realize something.
I can never come back here again.
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