Forest of Hidden Creatures
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  • Reads 109
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2017
Many call them myths, folklore, and nonexistent. Humans just can't comprehend that there is a greater force then themselves. But they ARE real. They've been hiding under our noses for centuries. I'm one of them. We hide ourselves from the human eye. No one must know about us, and no one ever will. 

Of course there wouldn't be a story if no one did anything different. That's what I lack in my life. Normality. I'm to curious to be normal. My life isn't about being safe and locked away from the world, I want to be free. And that's what I do. Though, I didn't think of the consequences. I'm to stupid to do that. But I will do whatever it takes to fit in. 

They say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm not a cat.
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Extinction

9 parts Ongoing Mature

I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.