Your character burried something out in the woods. Today they have to tell someone...
No one could know it was me. That would be far too dangerous, but I wanted-no, I needed someone to find what I’ve kept hidden deep down in the depths of my core. So, I set out on the busy streets of my hometown. I’ve walked these streets many times. Each time with different intentions. Except this time, with darker intentions than I’ve had before. I searched the many faces I passed. The young, the...
Liosa runs from the house over to the shed. Slamming open the door and sprinting inside.
“Where is it?” She desperately looks around every corner of the shed.
Finally she spotted it. The shovel her dad always used. The edges of it were rusty. Liosa grabbed it and sprinted out of the barn straight for the woods.
The edge of the woods flew by as Liosa ran past them to a clearing. Rocks dotted the...
￼I’m so tired that feeling happy seems like something only fairly tale characters get. And something that I’ll never get. It’s the day of Elisa’s death, that brings me here. Out in the woods. Holding a shovel in one hand and in the other a small silver key. I don’t have The strength to dig, or to do anything. Elisa was the one who helped me burry this, and she was supposed to be the one to help me...
Today is the day! I have to come clean I can’t keep carrying this around! It’s been 12 yrs! Someone has to realize something! But who could I tell! My husband won’t understand! My sister might turn me in. I don’t have any choice left I’m going to tell my best friend what I have done and what is Burried in the woods I hope she forgives me!
My name is Lilly and I’m going to tell you my story! My da...
I’ve been studying its properties for years. Watching its effects on the people of the nearby village. Watching from a distance.
I found it deep within the dark forest, I’ve heard stories of great witches who called this land their home many moons ago who used the properties of the flora and fungi here for their spells and witch work.
Now I guide the young Princess just beyond the village to w...
She supposed she should be grateful having survived everything up to this point, but grateful was about the furthest emotion from her mind.
She was scared. She was exhausted. She was hungry. And she was pissed.
Surviving in a remote cabin woods for days on end with a lumberjack she just met a few days ago who still refused to tell her his name and may or may not have been planning to dispose o...
“I’m not ready.” I’m shaking beyond normality. He puts his hand on my shoulder and lifts my chin with two fingers. Forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Maybe not.” He lowers us down to our knees.
“But you need to tell me.” I begin to protest. “So you don’t have to carry all that weight alone.” I shudder. I’m not ready. I don’t think I ever will. I buried it so I wouldn’t have to bring it back up ag...
Todays the day.
Come what may.
Truth be told.
No longer sold.
Buried treasure or gold.
The booty is very old.
Silver and gold medallions.
Value now the millions.
Needing help to find.
Stranger to tow the line.
Map is old musty.
My eyes are blurred and rusty.
Buried to long ago.
Time has come to go.
Age now, I’m too old.
Stranger’s take is bold.
But who shall I find.
To share us what’s mine.
Hector knew that something was amiss the moment he saw his friend.
Standing in the doorway of their favorite pub, stood Victor, looking as if he had one foot in the grave and the other on a wet fish.
“Vic! What happened? You look just awful.”
And that really was an understatement. Victor, the one who’s always got himself put together, the one who’s perfectionistic ways cause him to have obsessi...
“You ever find out something that you just don’t want to know?” She asks, turning back to her brother, who is trailing behind her.
“No, because you won’t tell me what’s going on,” her brother says, almost stumbling.
She turns back, wondering how she should approach this. They were getting close to their destination, and an explanation was owed, but she just didn’t know where to start. She list...
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