Forest
Ah bejezes! I've WRITEN something! It's been alittle over a year now that i've not done anything, well, untill last night. :3 I was INSPIRED to write again too, thanks to a new song i've downloaded. It's System of a down- Lost in hollywood. Its such a great song, its the greatest!
Anways, here's the story, I hope you enjoy.
The wind blew in a curvoius pattern. The only tree with leaves that we'rnt dead yet gave off a soft ruffle, as one of the still green leafs fell down from the tree. It zoomed and curved as it slowly tried to ride the acursed wind, but to alas, it landed before it's efforts were brought apon it. As the wind died down, a man steped into the woods. Everything was quite, because everything could tell about this man. This man did not look like other men, His hair pure white, his skin almost matching. He looked like a ghost against his dark clothing. He stood there, his dark red eye looking over the tree's of the forest. He steped again, alittle closer in. The wind did not come,the tree's did not whisper. All was silent as he took more steps into the forest. He kept his eyes always moving, looking around him, Not trusting where he was, as the forest did not trust him as well. The wind, in which blew ever so slightly around him, creating a updraft trying to scare him off. He was shock, but kept on walking forword. The tree's started to whisper, shivting ever so slightly, the man did not care, he walked deeper and deeper into the woods.
In the vain attemts to scare off the man, the wind and the trees stoped whispering, and the wind stoped harrasing the man. As he went in deeper, the sun that had been guiding him so nicely started to vanish. The tree branches had thicken and slow started to block out the sun. The man was prepaired thought, as he stoped before there was no more sun and pulled out a small flashlight. The trees shifted to the light, trying to block it, but to no use, the man was cautions of his action, and kept the light from being blocked or harmed. He walked quick farther into the forest, seeming to be looking for something, that the forest didn't know about.
The man did not give up. He kept to himself, the forest trying to scare him off with the beast that lay deep into it's heart. He kept the light close to him, warding off anything that came clost to him. Sometimes his clothing would be caught on a branch that was miss grown, he would quickly stop and unhook himself from it, not hurting the branch. This man wasn't like most men this forest had seen. He didn't break off any branches or tree limbs, he would walk carfully, and would try and miss the flowers that could grow this deep in the forest. He was a nice man, but the forest could not understand that. All it knew was that he was an intruder that had come into ther home.
He came far into the heart of the forest. He would stop, and listen. The forest was quite, and cool as the man tried to run now. He would jump over large roots and would slow down so that he would not hit a low branch. He quickly came to a stop as the forest suddenly open up infront of him. The wind blew, cooling him off, awarding him with sweet sents and the forest did not attack him, but started a sound, in which was both relaxing, but also creepy at the same time. The man was thankfull for what the forest was doning, and said so outloud.
The man looked in the middle of the opening, and sat there was a tree. This tree, in which the root came from the tree and reached all the way past where the man was standing. He looked at the tree in awe. The branches of the tree we're all so thick and full of life. But also, this tree was full of other things. Ropes dangled from the limbs and some were on the ground with dead limbs. From the limbs closes to the ground to the ones high up into the top of the trees there was a rope. He looked around, finding a healthly limb that was not used. He climed up to it, tying the rope around its mighty branch. He then sighed, saying a small prayer as the wind blew mighty at the tree. And as he fell, the wind caught his scream, and added it to the rest that had done the same. This tree was not a normal tree. This tree was death, the wind carried out the souls of the dead, and the trees of the forest held in there screams.
Anways, here's the story, I hope you enjoy.
The wind blew in a curvoius pattern. The only tree with leaves that we'rnt dead yet gave off a soft ruffle, as one of the still green leafs fell down from the tree. It zoomed and curved as it slowly tried to ride the acursed wind, but to alas, it landed before it's efforts were brought apon it. As the wind died down, a man steped into the woods. Everything was quite, because everything could tell about this man. This man did not look like other men, His hair pure white, his skin almost matching. He looked like a ghost against his dark clothing. He stood there, his dark red eye looking over the tree's of the forest. He steped again, alittle closer in. The wind did not come,the tree's did not whisper. All was silent as he took more steps into the forest. He kept his eyes always moving, looking around him, Not trusting where he was, as the forest did not trust him as well. The wind, in which blew ever so slightly around him, creating a updraft trying to scare him off. He was shock, but kept on walking forword. The tree's started to whisper, shivting ever so slightly, the man did not care, he walked deeper and deeper into the woods.
In the vain attemts to scare off the man, the wind and the trees stoped whispering, and the wind stoped harrasing the man. As he went in deeper, the sun that had been guiding him so nicely started to vanish. The tree branches had thicken and slow started to block out the sun. The man was prepaired thought, as he stoped before there was no more sun and pulled out a small flashlight. The trees shifted to the light, trying to block it, but to no use, the man was cautions of his action, and kept the light from being blocked or harmed. He walked quick farther into the forest, seeming to be looking for something, that the forest didn't know about.
The man did not give up. He kept to himself, the forest trying to scare him off with the beast that lay deep into it's heart. He kept the light close to him, warding off anything that came clost to him. Sometimes his clothing would be caught on a branch that was miss grown, he would quickly stop and unhook himself from it, not hurting the branch. This man wasn't like most men this forest had seen. He didn't break off any branches or tree limbs, he would walk carfully, and would try and miss the flowers that could grow this deep in the forest. He was a nice man, but the forest could not understand that. All it knew was that he was an intruder that had come into ther home.
He came far into the heart of the forest. He would stop, and listen. The forest was quite, and cool as the man tried to run now. He would jump over large roots and would slow down so that he would not hit a low branch. He quickly came to a stop as the forest suddenly open up infront of him. The wind blew, cooling him off, awarding him with sweet sents and the forest did not attack him, but started a sound, in which was both relaxing, but also creepy at the same time. The man was thankfull for what the forest was doning, and said so outloud.
The man looked in the middle of the opening, and sat there was a tree. This tree, in which the root came from the tree and reached all the way past where the man was standing. He looked at the tree in awe. The branches of the tree we're all so thick and full of life. But also, this tree was full of other things. Ropes dangled from the limbs and some were on the ground with dead limbs. From the limbs closes to the ground to the ones high up into the top of the trees there was a rope. He looked around, finding a healthly limb that was not used. He climed up to it, tying the rope around its mighty branch. He then sighed, saying a small prayer as the wind blew mighty at the tree. And as he fell, the wind caught his scream, and added it to the rest that had done the same. This tree was not a normal tree. This tree was death, the wind carried out the souls of the dead, and the trees of the forest held in there screams.