Broken Branches

Broken Branches

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Tue, May 23, 2017

alone boy firstperson tree

Everyone is afraid of these woods. Some of the trees come to life. To most its dangerous but, those woods are home and the safest place for me at least. I launch into the forest. "Safe", I sigh. The adrenalin in my veins depleted. One mile left to my broken house of stones and moss. I can't breathe... I still have to make it to my home...

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