Original Writing Prose A Walk in the Woods

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A Walk in the Woods

Chelsea Allen

The wood was enormous. It was dark and it was cold and I needed to get home and quickly. I had had the strangest feeling all day that I was being followed, and due to past experiences I knew that these strange feelings often resulted in something much more. I wiped the sweat from my brow and desperately and frantically tried to find my way in the darkness of the wood. The spring foliage was so thick I could barely see ten metres in any direction but I knew that I had to venture on to safety. The ground beneath me was soft from last night’s rainfall and dragged on my feet almost gluing them in place.

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A snapping of a twig was all it took to make me freeze. I turned around frenetically searching for whoever or whatever was nearby, but I could hardly see in the sparseness of light. Almost immediately after, there was a sudden thunderous noise in the distance which instantaneously made me sprint off deeper into the woods - still urgently searching for the clearing.

Branches were hitting me in all directions like convicts reaching out beyond their bars. Trunks of trees seemed to press in on me from all sides threatening to bar my way. I was constantly praying to God ...

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