Morganna: Chapter 3Morganna: Chapter 3Morganna: Chapter 3 by TheWriterTMG
I reach my hand forward to brush the branch out of my way. Instead, it moves for me. The trees make soft bristling noises as their branches shift to get out of my way, to create a path for me to walk through. Once again, feelings of dread and unease pass through my body, but I steel myself and ignore it. One foot in front of the other, I move forward into the path the circle made for me.
It’s barely large enough for me. Every step forward causes pine needles to brush my arms. Soon, though, pine needles and evergreen trees give way to maple and birch, aspen and cottonwood. Dull greens and blues are replaced with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. The snow slowly changes into a dry, earthy soil topped with fallen leaves. Warm air embraces my body, and the cold chill of my body disappears. This is what fall is like in Massachusetts.
Suddenly, a sharp pain spreads through my head. I clutch my head with my hands and fall t
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Once again, I find myself lying down in the snow, with my arms already starting to numb. The memory of the crows flashes through my mind. I jump to my feet immediately, terrified that they are there, watching me. Instead, I am completely alone out in the open field, with the circle of pine trees facing me. The beasts that were once there are now gone. They left without a trace; the snow that coats the branches is untouched, no black feathers rest on the blanket that covers the grass, no creatures circle me from the sky. It’s like they were never there to begin with.
My eyes are drawn back to the circle of trees. This is really weird, I think to myself. This is shape unnatural. Then again, crazier things have happened to me today. I shiver involuntarily, thinking back to the incidents with the crows. Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I start toward the circle. As I get closer and closer, though, I think better of it. I mean, I hav
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Before I even open my eyes, all I focus on is the unbearable cold. I shiver, sitting up to rub my hands over the goose bumps on my arms, hoping to bring some warmth. Opening my eyes, I take in the miles and miles of evergreen trees, glistening snow, and overwhelming silence. Standing and shaking off the snow that’s fallen on me, I turn in a circle, hoping to find something that points me back the way I came. I ask myself, how did I even get here? Unfortunately, I can’t remember anything, not even my name, who my parents are, some or special childhood memory.
After seeing nothing, no human imprint in this natural landscape, I sigh. How am I ever going to get out of here? There’s obviously no life in this place, other than trees and bushes. I pause. Wait a minute, this can’t be right. Even though it’s winter, I should at least see some animal around, a squirrel or even a bird. I start looking at the tree
An Empty HouseAn Empty HouseAn Empty House by TheWriterTMG
The pictures are coated in dust, and the couches are covered in holes. Littering the island are papers, now starting to yellow with age. How long has it been since I’ve been here? I ask myself as I turn to the right, then make a left, walking the empty halls. Sitting on the dust coated table next to me is the so very precious bowl that my grandmother absolutely adored. It, too, is covered in the thick, grey powder. I walk forward a smidgen, and turn my head to my left and gaze at the dining room: the antique display cabinet empty and the mirror clouded with age, the paint chipping off of the drawers and the table coated with time. Looking to my right, I see the piano; the piano I used to sit and play for endless hours, the piano that used to be filled with so much happiness, now left there to rest for eternity.
I sigh, and reluctantly walk up the stairs across from the table supporting the cherished bowl. The plush blue carpet over the stairs is now f