Hullo gais! It's ME! No duh, right? Well, I deleted a few of my more lacking stories to make room for this. Sorry if you were a fan, but those stories just couldn't be pushed any further... ANYWAY! After a Chronicles of Narnia marathon, I said to hell with it and wrote it down!
1. Where There Is An Old Woman's Story
"In the Whispering Wood, you'll find a place.
Where the things there are not of our race.
They hide in shadows, big and small.
In the bodies of animals, long and tall.
But those people are long gone.
Nothing is left.
But a few stragglers here and there.
Left for nothing but death.
That's the Whispering Wood, the forest where wind cries.
It glittered and glowed with brightness, until humans made it die.
But some people say there are a certain special few.
Those who's hearts are kind enough to see through false hues.
But where are these people?
Are there really any left?
And if there are such good people still on Earth,
Why is the Whispering Wood still undead?"
Alice's Grandmother closed her eyes, the wrinkles in her forehead softening. She was visiting her grandchildren again, just like she'd done last Sunday.
She was currently telling Alice's favorite story - more of a poem, but a story no less - about a secret world that was inside the old forest at the far edges of the city.
It was called the Whispering Wood, and inside there was no light. If you didn't bring some kind of light before you went in, you could wander in circles for days. Some people had been dumb, not bringing anything because they were too proud to admit that they'd need help. Most of them either starved or were attacked by animals. There were a few that came out intact, but not without babbling for days over utter nonsense; things like shapeshifting people, glowing mushrooms, and streams that spoke if you were quiet enough.
The woods were meant to be torn down, to have housing placed over it. But once the workers entered the forest, they ran out screaming like babies. The city never bothered to do anything about it; nothing more than placing "NO TRESPASSING" signs over trees.
Alice's Grandma, Marcie, cleared her throat. She resumed the story;
"Now you see, these people that live in the woods, they are no ordinary people. They mold their bodies into those of wild beasts.
Their minds are completely human, however, and they feel every human thought and emotion.
The men are handsome and bold, the women are beautful and smart.
And they carry out their business, with love in their hearts.
They are happy people.
This is true, for they've told me so."
Edith frowned."Nuh-uh, how can they tell you when they're not real?"
"Hush Edith! And how do you know they're not real?"
"Because animal people don't exist!"
Alice, watching the spectacle, only giggled. Edith had a temper when it came to being wrong, and Grandma Marcie had a temper when it involved being corrected.
Alice, who was only 9, dreamed about that forest. She wondered if it was real, if those people were real, and wondered what it would be like to watch them turn into animals.
I can hear the rest later. Hm... I want cookies!
And that was how the rest of the afternoon went, Alice ate cookies in her room while drawing people with bunny ears. She could still hear her granny and sister arguing downstairs.
TIME SKIP - 7 YEARS LATER -
Breathe in, breathe out. In. Out.
Alice walked down the freshly painted halls of her new highschool. She had just transferred from her old school to this one, known as Sacred Heart. She didn't have any friends, and the year was halfway over. Was there any point in making friends so late in the year? It was lunch for her, so Alice skipped and explored the building.
I hate this place...
As boring as math class is, something made it tolerable for once. Not bothering to pay attention, Alice opened her notebook and found something interesting.
It's a picture... of the Whispering Wood! I drew this so long ago...
For the rest of the day Alice thought about nothing but the woods. She felt a swelling desire to explore it, but it was dark inside, wasn't it? Would a flashlight really help? Maybe a construction worker's L.E.D. flashlight? How cool would it be to see a real shape-shifter? Today was Friday, so tomorrow she could take a train to the outskirts of the city and check it out.
Daddy still has his flashlights in the garage. I'll get them right after school!
And that was how it all began. A poorly drawn picture that had been forgotten, a poem revived in the back of her mind, and a box of flashlights hidden in a cabinet.
Tomorrow is gonna be so cool!
Yeah I know it's moving fast but give it a chance, will ya?
PUH-REASE! Give suggestions with Godly might!
What's your favorite animal?
What does the heart of the forest look like?
Are there evil monsters living there?
Good Lord, I NEED ANSWERS!