The Forest ~ Short Story

The Forest ~ Short Story

  • WpView
    Reads 313
  • WpVote
    Votes 44
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Nov 1, 201719m
{I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes ~ Anne Brontë} I was a modest and unadorned woman. While the world viewed my sister, ever so elaborate, with awe-stricken, widened eyes, I sunk into the shadows and remained unnoticed. If you were to search up the word "mundane" in the English dictionary, you would see the name "Sage Elliot" in bold lettering. Any human being with sense could see that I was nothing special. I was born in a wearisome fashion and had persisted in being unvaried since then. But the truth is, although I rant about my monotonous personality, I loved living my life this way. It was a tranquil paradise where I did not have to worry about all of the eyes in the room falling on me when I made a mistake. Peaceful. How curious that life took that peaceful paradise from me in a mere second.
All Rights Reserved
#387
regency
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • I am Jeff the Killer's Daughter
  • Moonlit Hearts
  • Our Prince (Creepypasta × Male! Reader)
  • CURSED  The Choice
  • My Last Breath (Book one of The Portal Series)
  • Don't Make A Sound (Laughing Jack X Reader)
  • Marked (Fem Creepypasta x Child Reader)
  • Held On Mute [Michael Myers FF]
  • PROUD - ON HOLD
  • He's my father(creepy pasta)

I'm Julia Frost. I live in a small town in Indiana. And I have a stalker. I was on my way home from after-school-detention in the middle of a shower (rain shower). I heard foot steps behind me. I fell, turned around, and saw a freak of nature. Later that night, I almost get raped, but am saved by the same mystery man as before. The man knows my name... but how? I feel a strong connection to him, like I've met him somewhere before. Follow me as I find out who the mystery man is, and how messed up my life actually is.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines