I had to get away from it, I needed to run away from my past.
The voices, they always taunted me, I remember it all vividly.
I ran to the only place where I found tranquility.
The place that welcomed me with the rustling leaves, the whispering wind and the meandering crooks coaxed me with its soft bubbles.
I carried my journal with me, I love to write down random thoughts as I walk through the tight gaps between the trees, I always bring a taunt rope so I can find my way home, although, I like this place better.
My feet carried me to my favourite place.
Into the woods.
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Into The Woods // ✓
Short StoryThis is not a ghost story, but it's filled with ghosts of my past. And this is not a horror story, but many may be horrified. It's also not a monster story either, but there is a monster in it. And that monster is me.
