Descriptive Forest Walk

Forest Walk A strange compulsion to walk into the woods washed over me after class one day. Drawn into the woods by an eerie feeling and the whispers on the wind. The birds were chirping with glee as sticks snapped under my weight. The trees surrounding you are like a fortress of solitude for the lonely mind. Deeper yet I traverse and I stumble upon a mystical tree stump. It had blue and green aura around it that was rotating and swirling with sparks coming off. Then I heard a voice, “Come near weary traveler and drink from the base of the stump.” As the cool water quenched my thirst I felt stronger and more alert than ever before. I could see colors more vividly, hear sounds that I would normally tune out, and smell things from farther …show more content…
Rolling through the non-solid solid looking rock, I stumbled and hit my head. Birds were spinning around my head. As the daze cleared I adjusted to the new dim lit room. There was a locked cell but the key was in it and the door was open. On the other side was a spooky path marked with glowing candles. At the end of the path was a large chamber, about the size of a football field. There was a large body of water in this cavern and a ladder on the side opposite the water. I walked closer to the water to see what was inside. My heart jumped out of my chest as a giant tentacle rose out of the water and whipped right past me. I ran faster than road runner towards the ladder, whatever this place was I wanted to get out. Climbing up I found myself right above where I fell into the false rock. I kept backtracking, more carefully this time to try and get back to civilization where I could gather the materials for the king of this strange …show more content…
I shouldn’t drink from that stump again. Hunger strikes my stomach, ugh I think to myself that dream food tasted so good. I don’t know which way is back or forward. I am lost. Walking, just keep on walking. I saw a light in the distance and ran towards it. An old man was fishing on a small lake with a lantern. I walked up to him, his tobacco smothered my nose. He asked how he could help and I asked if he had any food. The old man was kind and gave me two of the fish he had worked so hard to catch. He had a small campfire going already and let me use some of his cookware to fry up the fish. The peppery lemon blast releases a burst of serotonin in my brain. I felt much better. I asked if he knew how to get to a main road and he showed me where to go. I vowed to never go anywhere without a compass again after that