dont trust talking trees

dont trust talking trees

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“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE NORMAL” screamed my mom I back up to the door. “maybe because I'm not normal and I will NEVER be” I said my voice strong. I was done taking her shit. “yes, your not normal and you're worthless” I felt the tears pull at my eyes. I backed up towards the door and put my hand to the door nob. “Well if I'm so worthless i’ll just leave!” I ran out the door before she could say anything else. I heard her scream my name as i fled down the sidewalk. I was heading to the woods, I used to go to the woods a lot but i had stopped going because my mom didn't want me to go. She didn’t want me to do anything anymore, all she wanted were good grades. Maddy do this, Maddy do that. It never stopped she didn’t care about fun or friends she wanted perfect and that's something I can never be. In fact I never wanted to be normal. I slowed to a walk as I entered the forest, the air smelled cleaner than it did in town I loved it here I wish I could come here more often. I had only come here and planed to stay a few hours and then go home but I started to hear the voice from the base of tree that I was sitting at. I jumped up just in time to feel the branches wrap around my waist and my upper body. “put me down” I screamed terrified “but darling” It said “you will now be a part of me, part of something. isnt that what you always wanted?” With that the tree split down the middle and the branches threw me in. I felt the wood ripping at my skin slowly taking it off and I felt the warm blood rush down my arms and legs and face and my entire body. I didn't scream because I knew nobody would hear me. As my body got shredded I started to laugh, it started small at first but then got louder and louder. I could feel the muscle of my body being slowly torn away but that just made me laugh more. Then a branch toor out my heart I gasped. and then i died but i died with a smile on my face. I died happy because I was part of somethi
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She came looking for a story. The story was looking for her. In the mountains of Pakistan lies Barzakhpur - a village that phases in and out of existence. A place where the fog lingers too long and the dead don't leave. Taniksha Shah rents an old haveli for creative solitude. Instead, she finds Aslan Ijaz - silent, severe, and far too watchful for a mere caretaker. He tells her not to leave after dark. He doesn't tell her he's chained himself to a bed every night to keep something inside him from reaching her. Because the entity wearing his bones has started to hate the way he looks at her. And in Barzakhpur, love is a weakness the dead do not forgive.

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