They say that when you're on the brink of death, your life flashes before your eyes but the totality of my life didn't rapidly resurface in my mind like vapor from boiling water. As anticlimactic as it sounds, it's simply the confusion and hopelessness that I am in the situation I find myself in. Perhaps I haven't given much thought to life. What will happen next? I wonder as I cling onto a rock to keep myself from falling into the burbling river below. I can feel my grip loosening. The pink, washing away the yellow in my fingers. I focused on my short raspy breaths as the scent of musk hung heavy in the air. I hear the soft crunching of leaves up ahead. Footsteps? A boy was suddenly standing before me. It's as if making the effort to look up caused me a sensory overload. The chirping of cicadas grew loud and the rays piercing the trees were too bright. My hand slips.
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Where the Woods Call
ParanormalVoid of her past memories, Ami lives with the dread of the real and mundane crumbling under her feet. With her medication, she dulls the voices and watchful eyes on every corner. But on a summer vacation at the foot of a mountain, when she encounter...
