Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25941663-20150306110837

“Exercising is great! I can't believe it took me so long to realize!” Mike thinks to himself, jogging lazily on the leaf-covered dirt road that runs through the forest near his house. “Who am I kidding, this is hell!” he says, stopping to catch his breath. “Why am I doing this? I could have been snoozing under my warm blanket, all cozy and stuff,” he thinks, putting his hands on his knees to balance his aching body. “Running can’t be healthy. It can’t be! I am sweating, my body is aching, I feel like I’m gonna throw up. There is nothing healthy about that!”

At the turn of the path he spots another jogger. Groaning, Mike straightens up. “I cannot let others see my weakness!” he thinks, starting to sluggishly jog again. Getting closer, Mike can see that the other jogger is a woman; her chestnut hair tied into a ponytail. The two joggers pass each other. Mike turns his neck awkwardly around, to get a better look at the woman’s behind. ‘Damn’ he mumbles, a bit louder than he would have liked. The woman turns around and the two joggers lock eyes. Mike loses his balance and stumbles forward. He lowers his head and sprints away, as quickly as his fat legs allow him. “Shit, I really need to stop embarrassing myself. This is getting ridiculous.”

After spending the past months pitying his fat blob of a body, he finally made the decision to start exercising. Instead of spending his hard earned money to get a subscription at his local gym, he decided to start jogging in the forest near his house. As a matter of fact, lots of people used to go to the forest to exercise. Even a nice curling pathway that runs through the whole forest was paved to help joggers find their way through the densely wooded area. Inexplicably, people gradually stopped going there. At the same time, rumors about disappearing joggers spread. That scared people off for good and the forest has been abandoned ever since.

Mike leans against a tree to catch his breath. That little sprint really got to him. He takes a good look at the forest around him. The tall trees provide nice, thick shading and the birds chirp lovely, cheerful tunes. His vision gets lost in a sea of brown and red leaves. He breathes in the earthly smells of the forest. The tranquility of the woods calms his nerves and soothes his spirit. Mike, for the first time in his life, feels connected to the natural world around him. His heartbeat synchronizes with the rhythm of the forest and his breath joins the sounds of nature in the timeless chorus of life.

Then, a feeling of unease creeps into Mike’s heart, breaking the serenity of the moment. Shivers run down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stands up. He finds himself staring deep into the forest. The world around him feels like a dream. He has no control over his body, as his legs carry him towards the center of the forest. Drunkenly, he looks around. Time seems to have stopped and an eerie stillness hangs in the air as he walks past trees and bushes.

A snapping sound brings Mike back to his senses. He looks at his feet. He has stepped on a twig, breaking it.

"Weird," he mutters to himself. Confused, he walks back to the paved path. He can't help but notice that silence has fallen over the forest and he can't shake of the feeling that something sinister lurks in the bowels of the forest.

After a few minutes of uneventful jogging, he sees something out of place in the distance. He squints, but he can't make out much.

When he gets close enough to the weird object, he realizes that it is simply a chair. A chair out in the woods. "Maybe some jogger left it here so he can rest once in a while and just forgot about it," Mike thinks to himself as he continues jogging. He can't help but feel a bit weirded out by a chair abandoned in a forest. It seems... off.

Next morning finds Mike once again jogging across the muddy trek. "God, my body hurts so badly. Come on, a few more days and I'll get used to it. That's what everyone says," he thinks to himself.

The sky is painted a dull gray, with dark clouds hovering ominously low above ground. The air is chilly and humid, with a slight breeze picking up every once in a while. Mike had to put on a heavy hoodie to fend off the cold.

He has been jogging for about half an hour, when he reaches the spot he last saw the chair. It is now gone. Only four dry patches of grass where the chair's legs previously stood are visible. "Someone must have moved it then," Mike thinks and keeps jogging.

A sudden gust of wind blows the leaves on Mike's right and carries them across the path. Following the leaves' trajectory with his eyes, Mike spots a vaguely human-shaped shadow moving in the distance. Distracted, he slips on the damp leaves scattered on the path. When he regains his balance, the shadow is nowhere to be seen.

Mike holds his breath and listens. Nothing. "Just my overactive imagination," he thinks and resumes jogging, casting two quick looks over his shoulder just to be safe.

He is now walking near the center of the forest, in a densely wooded area. The trees seem higher here, covering what little of the sunlight escapes the wall of clouds and casting thick shading over the damp ground. Mike has to look at his watch to confirm it is still morning; that's how dark it is.

The forest itself feels asleep. Nothing moves and no sound is made. Only Mike's heavy breathing and the rythmic sound his soles make hitting the leaf-covered, muddy ground. He looks left and right at the scenery, enthralled, and a little unsettled, by the unearthly silence of the forest.

Through the wall of trees and branches, Mike spots the sun's rays penetrating the forest's armor and reaching the ground in a beam of blinding light. In a heartbeat, he decides he wants to look at this marvel from up close. So, he carefully starts making his way towards the light. Stepping over a fallen log, he scrapes his shin at its rough bark. "Shit..." he mumbles under his breath as he carries on.

Mike looks up. There is no light beam. Confused, he quickly steps forward and takes a good look around. Where he thought he saw the light beam he now sees a small, muddy pond. He looks up at the thick mass of foliage and branches. "There is no way light can pass through that," he realizes. "Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me."

His attention shifts back on the murky pond, as foamy bubbles appear on its surface. Curious, Mike leans forward but a putrid smell hits his nostrils and is immediately forced back. Moments later, he can only watch in terror as a large shape starts emerging from the depths of the dark waters. For a split second, Mike spots broad shoulders and an arched back. Adrenaline kicking in, he starts running back towards the path.

A few seconds of desperate running later and the familiar path is nowhere to be seen. Mike looks around in panic. He doesn't recognize any of his surroundings. In his attempt to escape, he got lost. He tries to come up with something, anything, but his mind is frozen. Then, he hears shuffling of leaves and branches all around him. He can smell the putrid odor from before. Suddenly, a bulky figure steps out of the cover of tall bushes and leaves. Heart beating fast on his chest, Mike starts running once more.

Twigs and branches claw at his face but he doesn't stop until he is confident he has put a lot of distance between himself and his pursuer -or pursuers. Out of breath, he heaves his weight against a tree for support. With the corner of his eye, he spots a woodcutter's axe buried in a tree on his right. Without giving it much thought, he lunges towards it. Just as he reaches his hand to grab the axe, he hears heavy footsteps approaching. Mike is petrified. The leaves to his left start parting. A large hand reaches out, pushing branches on the side.

Mike lets out a cry of fear and he starts running blindly forward once again. Moments later, he reaches a clearing in the woods. He runs towards the center of the small meadow. He can spot eyes peering at him from behind the treeline. He is surrounded. Exhausted and terrified, a feeling of lightheadness wafts over him. He takes a step back, trying to steady himself. A circle of chairs lays at the corner of the clearing. They are all positioned facing inwards. The sight unnerves him, "What the fuck is going on!?" he thinks; his heart beating frantically on his chest. Before he can react, something hard hits him on the back of his head and he falls unconscious on the ground.

His eyes open; the moonlight shining bright on his face. He is sitting on a chair. He tries to move, but his limbs don't obey. The wind is blowing softly through leaves and branches, which whistle a sepulchral tune under the breeze's gentle touch. Mike realizes he is still in the grassy clearing. He hears footsteps behind him. Panic grips his mind once more.

The footsteps get closer and closer. He can now hear heavy breathing, just behind his back. In a frenzy, he looks around, desperately trying to find anything to help him escape. In the corner of the clearing, the circle of chairs is still there. This time, they are not empty. Sitting on them are men and women in hoodies and sweatpants and athletic gear. Mike can only watch in horror, as he realizes their heads have been severed, only to be replaced by wooden ones.

Suddenly, they all start turning their heads towards him; their facial features crudely carved on the hard wood.

He tries to scream, but nothing comes out. Then, a decaying odor fills the air. Everything goes silent, like the earth itself is holding its breath. A man with broad shoulders and wide torso steps in front of Mike. His head is missing; a fungi infested wound stands bare at the end of his neck and mud is dripping down his body. In his strong arms, he is holding an axe, which he slowly raises above his head.

The axe chopping his head off is the last sight on Mike's eyes.

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"And that kids, is why you should never go jogging," the morbidly obese father advised his somehow even fatter kids, before stuffing a burrito in his mouth-hole.

''Note: I would really like an opinion on the ending. Is it stupid, or is it completely stupid? It is something I added in a last minute edit and I am not sure it fits. Thanks.'' 