Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24976741-20141222014014

Suggestions on word alternatives would also be very helpful to add more depth. During the middle of this I kinda lost my inspirtaion a couple of times so if you think that the ending was kinda of drab then that's why.

It was getting late, the sun was just starting to set as I noticed the time. I'm not to sure how I ended up in the middle of the woods, I just started walking and became so immersed in thought that I just forgot everything around me. It's cold out, I can feel the frost as the wind wisps across my face. As the sun approaches the edge of it's last glimmer, I'm able to hear my own footsteps as they crunch across the land on the frozen grass beneath my feet.

It's dark and I'm alone now. As the time ticks by, I can feel the temperture around me slowly drop, such as gravity itself had started to grow heavier. Whether it was the wind blowing through the trees or the sounds of actual people, I heard them neither less as they danced through the air. They danced on a rythem, at first it was symphony of delight, but soon after it turned into roars of angry, and before I knew it it had became screeches of sorrow. Out of my paniced disarray I quickly started sprinting faster into a sudden dash, fearing both the voices in the trees and my awaiting cold slumber.

Several minutes went by before I ran out of the forest and stumbled upon a clearing. What I saw next was magnificent. There were lines of white trees with glossy blue leaves that glew a soft greenish color. In the middle of the clearing was a large old house that had long since lost its color, but the moon had shown on it in such a way that made the house look like it produced its own source of light, as it radianted an amazing soft blue color, such as it was from the heavens itself. Feeling a sudden compelling urge, I wandered into the old creaky house, much later did I realize that all surrounding vegetation was either dead or gone, and no animal dared to cross into the clearing.

When my eyes had finally adjusted to the dusk inside I nocticed that the house was covered with char marks and broken dishes that were scattered about. By the stairs I found several child books, when I had opened one called Mansion I found a note inside. I decided to open the note and see what it said, upon opening the note I noticed that a picture was drawn in a childish manner. The picture was of a little girl dressed in pink carrying a teddy bear, and was holding hands with a dark tall figure wearing a mask. Beside the picture in big blocky hand writing was the words me and Jin.

Exploring more I came across a shattered picture in the kitchen. The picture was a family photo consisting of a little girl, an old man, a woman, a grandmother, and a dozen unrecognizable people. The people in this photo seemed extremely happy, for some reason a sudden feeeling of sorrow mixed with envy arose in me. As the feeling grew stronger it was like I could hear all their laughs coming from the picture, like the picture itself was a portal to the past and they were all laughing at me out of pity. Memories are of the past, this once happy family sooner or later would turn on each other for their own personal gain. I took note of the dry blood on the corner of the photo, and once again for the meat tenderizer lying adjacently on the floor next to me.

Climbing up the stairs that first greeted me I found myself on the second floor, I immediately noticed ink like shaped foot prints leading to a room that was lined with burnt velvet. Entering the room I found myself in a study piled high with books. Taking a closer look at these books I was astonished, all of them were first editions or books that were thought to have been lost throught time. There were even books about lost parts of history. I had found a completely unharmed book alone on the desk, although the book had no define author the word skull was boldly written and retraced under the title of the book, The Fictional Monster.

Leaving the room I decided to enter the one across the hall where the door was a faded pink with faded flowers. Upon entering I quickly noticed the dozens of child like drawings scattered across all four walls. Each one of the little girl or the dark figure, some tame, but most were highly questionable. One showed the dark figure stabbing a man, another was of a teddy bear with its arm ripped off colored over very deeply with a red crayon.

I don't know if it was because of my surprise or if it was because that room made me so axious, but I turned around in a heartbeat and slammed the door shut, it almost felt like someone was watching me.

Already edgy about the last room I decided to see what was behind the door at the end of the hall. Before even reaching for the door I heard a loud crash come from down stairs. I made a run for it shortly after, when I was running I could hear the door from behind me slowly open, but I didn't hesitate for even a second to turn around, I just kept running.

Approaching the stairs I saw that they had collapsed, I didn't care about that though, I made a leap of faith out into the darkness. The landing was rough, but I got to my feet quickly and continued to sprint out of there. As I was running towards the forest I could hear all the animals as they were calling to me, it was almost as if they were cheering for me, yelling at me to run fast or I was going to die.

Even as I ran out of range I could still hear them calling out to me with their scream, roars, and yells. I swear there must have been a blizzard, there was so much snow going past me at such an incredible rate. I could feel the icy winds as they ripped through my skin on my face and hands, but I didn't stop because I was afraid that I was really going to be ripped apart if I did. It came at me in a instant, I had hit a tree.

When I woke up I was lying on a park bench, my head was throbbing. Was it all a dream? As I went to go rub my eyes I noticed I was holding something, it was a ball of paper. I reluctantly uncrumpled the paper thinking it was probably just a note to myself about something important. I reconized the same bolded hand writing, my heart stopped for a moment.

You won! You manage to beat me in tag and got away. I've been so very lonley, we should play again sometime. Here's your prize!

Inside the crumpled piece of paper was a glossy blue leaf... 