Title: In the Forest
Image by ScienceNerd | in writing, fiction, short stories
In the forest there were leaves, gently falling onto the lush ground below. In the forest there were spiders spinning webs in intricate patterns no human could recreate. In the forest there were mushrooms and flowers, different colours all with separate patterns. In the forest there were birds, gently chirping before the night took over all light. In the forest there was a figure, the moonlight hitting its long wavy black hair which ended at the figure's waist. The figure could just be seen, a ripped dirty blouse and an equally ripped skirt, blowing in the evening breeze. The figure, some would say, was beautiful. Its face carved by angels and its body also carved with the same intricacy. The figure knelt down so as on its knees. It screamed and doubled over in pain, all of a sudden the figure's blouse ripped off initially to reveal an evil not seen before. Layers of dark, matted fur belonging to a muscular body replaced the intricate body once seen. The figure's face looked up to the moon, its once beautiful features turning into disfigured shapes, sprouting the black fur. All at once, at the moment the transformation had ended, the creature let out a blood thirsty howl, its black claws digging into the ground below. The birds stopped chirping, the spiders stopped spinning, even the leaves stopped falling. The creature ran into the forest, with only the crumpled mess of material left on the once lush ground.
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