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woodsy wounds {solo} Mar 16, 2017 18:53:37 GMT -5

Post by ♛ scandal on Mar 16, 2017 18:53:37 GMT -5

Drew Lynch

Today was not the best day for me. A lot of school work, and bitches upon bitches
to deal with. It was literally bitch central today like all of the school bitches got
an invitation to a ceremony or something. I was annoyed greatly by the words
that they decided to slur out. I was this close to slapping Defra Clouser. I am not
even joking a bit, I almost bitch slapped that bitch. She would have deserved it to.
Ugh, anyways, after school was way better. The heat of the sun surrounded me.
Sweat beads formed on my forehead over 30 minutes ago. It was literally the
hottest day I have ever worked outside in. Usually when it was this hot me and
my father would head back inside, but today was not a normal day. A couple of
foxes had gotten through are gate and killed 2 of our chickens before my dad
scared them off.

I walked over to the spare wood in shed, and got a couple planks of wood to help
fix the fences. I gave them to my father, and he started to saw them and then
hammer them onto the fence. "Drew?!" my mother called. "Yes, mother?"
I asked her. She gestured to me to come to her. I walked over to her, wiping the
sweat off my brow when doing so. "I need you to go into the woods right
next to our house and get some petunia's, Laurel is asking a nice amount
of change if we do. So can you please be a sweety and go get some for me?"
she asked.I nodded and she smiled. I went to my room, switched to my boots
and got a bucket from outside. It was time to go into the woods and get some
flowers.

I closed the door behind me. God, I really don't want to venture out into the woods
when it is almost night time. If I die in here, I will thank Laurel for that. The sun
still burning onto me, I walked into the forest, not knowing what awaits me inside.

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woodsy wounds {solo} Mar 17, 2017 19:08:55 GMT -5

Post by solo on Mar 17, 2017 19:08:55 GMT -5

I've never been in the woods before.

Or maybe I have, I can't quite remember. It's there, some sort of yes or no answer to the statement, but I can't exactly reach it. I try, I do, but it always slips away at the last second.

Anyway, I've decided I like the woods. They're nice and quiet, and the trees don't talk. Not that I mind talking. It's good every once in a while, but then you get too much and then it doesn't stop. There's more talking and more talking and then it just gets too hard to follow, and you drop out of the conversation. Well, I drop out of the conversation. I suppose most people wouldn't. Most people have a better handle on words than me.

I'm humming quietly, although I'm not too sure where I heard the tune. I know the baker is always humming when I walk past his shop. Perhaps I got it from him, or perhaps I've heard the birds singing it.

I pause. Are there birds here? I wait a moment, listening, and sure enough, I can hear them whistling between the bare branches of the snow-covered trees. I can't see them, but I know they're there. They have to be. Where else would the sound be coming from?

I feel a smile pulling at the corners of my lips, and continue on my way.

The nice thing about winter is that there's always a set of footprints to follow. I usually hope that they're my own, but every once in a while they turn out to be someone else's, and someone in the Town Square has to point me in the right direction. If it gets too late in the day, Mom and Dad will come looking for me.

But I'm not in the Square today, am I? I pause again, brow knitting together slightly, brown eyes flickering around. No, this is a forest. How interesting.

I start to carry on with my walk, but something catches my foot, and I let out a surprised gasp. The ground comes up to meet me and something sharp hits my knee. White snow is stained red and something is hurting but I'm not exactly sure what. Someone is whimpering. Tiny hands reach for my knee, and I feel something warm and wet on my fingers. Did I fall in a puddle? No, no I couldn't have, puddles would be frozen over this time of year. And puddles aren't red.

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AZARIA ~ RICHARDS

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woodsy wounds {solo} Jun 26, 2017 15:34:57 GMT -5

Post by ♛ scandal on Jun 26, 2017 15:34:57 GMT -5

Drew Lynch

I hear the whistling of the branches of the leaf-covered trees. The grass crunches beneath my feet. The heat from the sun makes beads of sweat pour down my face. It was hard not to, but the sweat got into my mouth. I wince at the taste of salt in my mouth. It makes me more thirsty than I already am. I walk on, feelings the pain in my legs. It was getting sore walking into the woods and finding the flowers that I need. A bird flies past my ear, nearly hitting me in the face. I moved my head just in time. That shows for the times I spent training my reflexes. I shake my head. It did make me a little scared for what is to come, but I am a strong girl and I will get through it. I will not let a little paranoia make me afraid. I finally spot the blooming light pink petunias. I threw a punch in the air, finally done with what I had to do. I walk over to the flowers and bend down. I pick up a bunch of them by the bottom of the flower, taking to roots with me. I had to do that so my mother could make them into a bouquet. I put them in the rusted bucket that I have used to get flowers for my mother every time I have done it.

I hear a rustling near me. That spiked my paranoia up. I walked toward it, like a dumb person. I see a young girl with a pool of blood around her. I run to her, dropping the bucket of petunias. I look at her face, she is young. Around 7, 8 years old. I look at her wound. It was bleeding quite a bit. A thorn vine was wrapped around her leg. Almost all the thorns were in her skin. "Your going to be alright." I tell her. I look at her and nod. I reach for the vine and take out the first thorn.