The moment I stepped out of the cover of the stretching trees, it was pitch black outside. By the time I arrived home, I got a well-deserved scolding for staying out so late – but that didn't stop me from secretly returning the following day. And the day after. Although I would usually leave the house around dawn, it would always nearly be the next day by the time I would fall back into bed. Though it was strange, it never bothered me.
Every morning, I woke from a peaceful dreamless oblivion with a different ephemeral wildflowers delicately resting in my palm each time.
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Children of the Forest
Mystery / Thriller"I breathed into the crisp autumn air, wincing as it pinched the inside of my frozen nose. Licking my numb, dry lips, I pushed one foot in front of the other, deliberately stumbling closer to the body. It wore rumpled, dirt-caked, clothes and dusty...
