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Moon howlers

Moon howlers

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Paranormal
We've been driving for about four hours from Tacoma till now and so far all I have seen were a gazillion brown and green giants, Aka trees. We've been driving past these monstrous trees for maybe twenty-five minutes tops, before I saw the outdated and bygone sign that exclaimed, 'WELCOME TO TOWSER FALLS.' and, 'NO HUNTING IS OR KILLING OF ANY ANIMALS ARE PERMITTED.' I turn my head towards my aunt and curiously ask. "How have I never heard of this place before?" "It's not a very popular town and there are no tourist attractions, plus people don't come here often so that could be the reason."
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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