I'll be posting some stories here since I have gotten into highly detailed writing. Feel free to post your own stories, or comment. In the future I may give writing prompts if people are into it.
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Jerald is a 30 year old writer who lives in a tent in a cursed forest.
Jerald's Journal 6/6/12
6/4/94 The feeling I get, alone, living in the forest. The feeling that opens my mind, lets me think. I often look back to the mistakes I have made, and try not to feel regret. The trees feed on weak emotions, hate, sorrow, anger, fear, regret. I never want to wake them.
6/5/94 I had to go into town and buy food, I don' understand why people look at me the way they do. If only they knew.
6/7/94 Today I saw another sorrowful man that just wanted to get away from judgement get taken by the trees. They entangled him and passed him on deep west. I wonder if he is still alive?
6/7/94 What kind of writer would I be to not investigate where they take their victims? Tomorrow, I go.
Jerald's writing career ended the next day. He discovered an underground cave hidden in roots of what seemed to be the forest's version of an inhumane slaughterhouse. Once he entered, the roots closed and he showed fear. Many people, of all ages were being torn apart. Their skin, flesh, bones, and muscles were thrown into seperate piles, many thousands of piles.
