October 4, 2011 - 3:38am — Seed
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I've taken up running again. I used to, long ago, take quite a bit of enjoyment from athletics. I get a drink and take off. There's no planning in a course -- only moment. The forest is full of obstacles, to a runner of fine enough quality. Leap over stumps, zig-zag between trees. Follow paths of light. It's effortlessly beautiful, easy in its motion. There's no thought beyond the route, or of thinking about the route -- it grows recursive, self-inflicting, spiraling and devouring inward, like a person seeing through the eyes of their own reflection.
Eventually, I come and stop by Da Drinkplaats. I've not much mood to be a bunny or a dove when I'm alone (except, perhaps, the shrug on the illusion that I am not myself), but I love it. This and the crying idol are all the sacred waters from which I wish to drink. The water is clean and pops with magic, sending sparks, almost painful and shockingly clean, in the mouth. It is one of the most beautiful places in the forest, and certainly, it is the only place in the inhabited Forest where the rabbits come out. They are so still, and quiet, their noses trembling in the air. Perhaps they realize how powerful and clean the fountain is -- perhaps they love it because, as I like to suspect, they are not all they seem. Or perhaps they love it like I love pretty words, odd metaphors and sweet similes, stories and poems and songs -- they love it because it is more magical than them, and better, and more noble, and because of this, they cannot be torn away. (...I wonder if they love it like I love, loved, will still love, her -- but then I realize I have thought about it, and besides which, thought the same sentence twice in a row.)
I meet a few strangers: cuddling friends, a deer having a snack, an admirer of the fountain...
October 4, 2011 - 2:27am — SunSetSam
When the moon had rise and the night had begun, everyone comes out and scare the day lights out of anyone and anything, anytime, anywhere. Some humans go outside and transform into any kinds.
The humans go to their territories from outside and transform into werewolves, vampires, zombies, hellhounds, aliens and lots lots more!
Some humans are just regular humans they dont transform into any scary living-dead creatures; Or do they? You NEVER know about the REAL story of the Halloween! You NEVER know you would at least.
They say that the full moon appears on Hollween EVERY single year. They say people get bitten and started to become one of the dangerous living-dead. They say that the children are actually spies that their job is to get the adults to trust them more so they can attack them!
Who knew fanisy becomes real or tales become sooo fake that it might be true!
Heres a little story about the first night of the Holloween.
It is all started a little fawn who plays with her big brother, she was playing tag and hide and seek with her big brother until their mother Doe calles her lil fawns to eat supper. The fawns were running who goes in the deep forest (which is their territories) and the big brother had won and nudge his little sister playfully. After dinner and their stomaches were full they went out and start playing again.
UNTIL they heard a loud angry screech behind the bushes. It went louder and louder when they came closer to the noise. "AGH!" Jumped the little fawns till they realised it was Skipper their friend. "Hahahaha! GOTCHA!" Skipper said in a harsh tone. "Hey thats not funny!" Lil fawn said as she think she is a know it all type. "Yea you scared the living day lights out of us!" Said Big Bro. "Sorry, I just want to have a lil fun for me and you guys cause of course it is Holloween you know" The 2 fawns had forgot it was the day they can scare anyone today.
"Oh yea. We didnt forget!
