Sweet Siren

Sweet Siren

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The old world had banished me away for something I hadn’t meant to do—something that I would never had even considered doing. The new world had never held someone like me—someone who had never learned its secret ways. But here I was, on the threshold between the two. Bound to the old by a fraying thread. Called to the new by a siren’s sweet song. The choice was so hard. The choice was so easy. One step forwards: across the threshold, through an invisible barrier, into a new life—a new world. And there was no going back. There was so much I never knew, so much I wish I could go back and fix. But even in this world where anything is possible, there is no going back. Not once you step forwards.
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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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