Hi guys! this is a story i wrote in my Creative Writing class in October based off a picture and I decided to post this while I try to think of more ideas for Hetalia Sings the Beatles. When i read this in my class everyone found it a little creepy. There is also no specific character that goes with this. the only clue of which character is in this story that it's a boy who is pale and poor. I'll just let your imagination think for you.
well enjoy!


People often wonder why I felt at peace when I was in the woods. All they see is a poor pale boy who nothing but the color black. They don't understand. I see the brown bark of the trees, and the shady areas where animals like to hide from predators. I hear the owls hooting, squirrels gathering their food for the winter, and hungry animals trying to survive. They only hear the city sounds from the distance. They only see the dead leaves and bare branches.

I enter the woods for the third time today but this time I arrive near midnight. It was slightly foggy with the sky being cloudy and an eerie bright full moon. Somehow the moon was bright enough for me see the path in front of me. As I was through the woods I noticed something weird. There wasn't any sound. Nothing. It was dead silent. There wasn't the usual cricket chirping or the hoot from an owl. When I walked in the woods during the day, there were sounds coming from everywhere. Wind rustling the leaves. Animals talking to other and walking to and from their abode. All I could hear were my feet crunching the old dried up leaves. The further I walked my usual path, the thicker the fog. It even felt as if someone was watching me from behind a tree. I swung my head to the left and right of me to make sure I was wrong. I sighed and continued on my way as I placed my hands into my jacket pockets.

About ten minuets later, I figured I was lost in my own woods. The fog itself had become so thick I couldn't see where I was going. That was when I saw it. A face in-between of the tallest trees in my lost path. Though it was faint, I couldn't help stop and stare. Its dark hollow eyes peered into my mind and soul as if telling me to come closer.

"Come. Come here my boy," the face said. Its mouth equally dark and only opened slightly.

I hesitated before my body moved as if it was compelled to by the odd face. One foot in front of another. Each foot moved with great difficulty as if they had heavy shackles on them with even more weight on them. My arms were like Frankenstein's monster, straight forward not even bending.

I tried to stop but it was no use. I kept moving toward the ghostly face in-between the trees. I wanted to scream for help but my eyes widened with realization. I'm miles from civilization no one would be able to hear my. I tilted my head to see were my far my feet led me. I saw that I was now in front of the face. I now figured what my fate was. My legs continued to walk in to the fog passing the eyes and mouth into what I could only guess was either heaven or hell.


Thanks for reading! I would also love some feed back on this since its different from what I normally write.