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Down in the Woods
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Ongoing, First published Sep 29, 2013
Mysterious things can happen,
It's true,
Everything could happen,
To me, to you,
But especially here,
Underneath the trees,
Here on the dirt,
Where I thought I was free,
Until that one day,
When I had the accident,
No matter what they say,
It's always permanent,
Yes strange things happen here---
Down in the Woods.


I thought I was normal.
That is, until I went on a trip with my dad to Kentucky. It also started normally, until I got separated from my dad when we were on a four-wheeler ride. Suddenly, I was met with an entirely new world that had never heard of with creatures that I had only dreamt of.
And then, everything got even weirder...
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The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell. And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death. My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying. Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out. Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.