The Amethyst Dream

CHAPTER 1

Everything I could see was sex

Wherever I turned, bodies were shivering. Appendages moving. mouths groaning.

I went through the backwoods, gasping, attempting to escape the animalistic apparitions around me, which appear to gather me.

Go along with us...

Yet, the more profound into the forested areas I ran, the more obscure and more alive the woodland became.

A few trees seemed like darlings. Others with twisted roots and spindly branches appeared predators. Surrounding me. Pursuing me.

Something out there inside the dim was pursuing me. Something cruel.

Furthermore, presently the mouths aren't groaning. they're shouting.

Odd bashes wherever turning vicious. Wicked. Dangerous.

Any second now the darkness was getting the opportunity to get me.

The sex was getting the opportunity to choke me.

As I felt a root snake it's way around my lower leg, I stumbled and tumbled down a vast gap at the center of the woodland. However, it wasn't an opening.

It was a mouth. With sharp teeth and a dark tongue, licking its lips, near gulp down me.

I attempted to shout yet I had no voice.

I fell.

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I squinted. What the heck would I say I was drawing?!

Sitting by the riverbank, a sketchbook close by, I peered down, distrusting, at my own work.

I had drawn the most upsetting ... and sexual vision.

That could mean just a single thing the haze was coming.

In any case, before I really thought about the haze or my drawing, the sound of a close-by laughing occupied me. I went to see a gathering of young ladies encompassing him.

Stephan Ruiz...

I never saw him here. Not at the riverbank where I go to draw and clear my thoughts. You don't discover a great deal of our sort hanging out around here.

Why? I don't have the slightest idea.

Perhaps it's quiet when we're constantly expected to be wild. possibly it's the water when everyone of us ignites with a fire inside. Or then again perhaps it's only a spot I've just at any point thought of as my own.

A secret place where I'm not one of the pack. Where I'm simply me, Elvira Davis, a twenty one year old, Burnett self-educated artist. An ordinary girl.