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The Flower Diaries; Chapter 12

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There was a wolf in the woods today.
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Return to Nature - Story VI

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Your days have been much better since the last time you visited the world where your deer lives. You've relaxed for the afternoon and begin to close your eyes, opening them and finding yourself in a dark place, though not as dark as you have been to before. There are no lights around like before, but you do notice that you are in a wooded area. Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and now you are able to see where you are.

The place is not illuminated but the sky seems to be glowing. You look to it, noticing a vast array of stars before you, and other colors that seem to fluctuate through the sky.

"Have you ever seen an aurora before?", you hear a familiar voice ask. You turn to see your deer there, their eyes are wide and dark but their face seems to glow with their pictogram. You shake your head in reply. The deer smiles, "Come with me."

You follow them as they move through the dark woods. They seem to know where to go, so you feel very safe with them despite your surroundings. "It's not far.", they say as they keep walking.

At one point you find a clearing from the trees. The two of you keep going out into an open area, and your deer stops, "Now watch it.", they say. You look to the sky, and are in sheer awe as the colors of the aurora drape over the stars like a great blanket in the sky. It will be one of your most memorable visits to this place.

Your deer seems to enjoy it, too. "Though I may never understand why the night sky glows like this, it never ceases to fill my spirit with wonder.", they say. You nod in agreement. When you two have had your fill of the sight, you continue with your deer, who has walked off a little ways.

The deer brings you to a place that seems very familiar, and you hear running water with each step - you then spot the deer fountain where you first met them!

"This is the meadow!", you say to them.
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Look around.

what do you see?

The soft glimmer of violet eyes off the surface of blue water.

A small part...

The thing holding up the small doe's body was no longer her own legs, muscle or bone. It was the rage and sadness that boiled inside her. Rage for the sick creature that had brought this down on her happy family, and sadness because of the definite knowledge that her newborn fawn, her first and last, would never know his mother.
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The One? Part 1.(A story of mystery, love, and sillyness.)

It was a quiet evening in the forest. Most of the deer had gone home, and were now sleeping, oblivious to the world around them. By the pond, a frog croaked, jumping into the water soon after. It was the only sign of life in this now still forest.

A few moments after the frog hopped into the water, a little fawn appeared standing at the water's edge. He bent down to drink, arching his little as far as it could go. He then lifted up his head and looked around. He sniffed, taking in the sights and sounds of this strange but calm forest.

"Where am I?" he wondered. "One second, I'm fighting that stupid stag who wants to get with my girlfriend. The next second, I'm here by this pond, drinking. Man, it sure has been a weird day."

He walked over to a nearby willow tree to scratch his antlers, only to find that there were no antlers on his head, at least, not anymore.

"What the...where'd my antlers go?!" the fawn cried outloud.

He turned around, looking over his entire body carefully.

"And these spots!" He said "I must have caught some kind of skin deisese!"

The fawn ran over to the pond and peered at his reflection.

"And a shrinking diesease!"

The fawn stood still and thought for a few seconds. The first word that popped into his head was 'fawn' though he refused to believe it. How could he? He was the biggest, most powerful stag in the forest! No deer in their right mind would dare to challange him.

"And there was this really cool chick...no...never mind," thought the fawn. "I bet that guy cast a spell on me and dumped me off somewhere in the forest."

He yawned, exposing his (not very) ferocious teeth. "Maybe I should go to sleep," he thought.

Just then, a sound came from across the river, and a pair of magnificent white stangs appeared, standing in the grass.
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Return to Nature - Story V

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A week has passed since the last time you visited the dream world, and you were depressed during the day and had sleepless nights. It was unsettling to you to know that your deer, your friend and guardian, was dead. You keep thinking that it was your fault they died. You didn't protect them when they needed it most.

They protected you. You begin to wonder if you die in the dream world, would you have died in this world too? You remember the time you met your deer on the beach, and upon your return here, you could smell the saltwater on your clothes.

"It had to have been real.", you come to the conclusion, but your thoughts sink, remembering that each time you went, you met your deer. You lay back in your chair, thinking about it all. Closing your eyes, you envision your deer in your mind, looking back at you, smiling, telling you that everything will be alright.

"Don't worry.", you hear them say.

You open your eyes, and are surprised to see yourself and your chair sitting on some old ruins. Much of the foundation of the building you were in had fallen down long ago, though you notice that the shape of the walls seem to resemble your own home. You stand and look around - there are other ruins on hills that roll, but they all seemed smaller compared to the one you were standing in now.

You notice something else, too. Upon one of the hills was a different structure, an interesting pavilion with pillars that rose up much like those found in Greece or Italy. The pavilion was much different than the ruins of the houses, and in fact it seemed to be in the best shape compared to the others. Curiously, you make your trek toward it.

It takes a few minutes to get to it, but you finally step inside.
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The Nightmare [Warning for violence and death..]

Some events happened in the Forest today that inspired me to write this. Please do note the warnings..I do not wish to be commented on how I did not warn people. This dream belongs to my deer Zach. What is written in blue is from his present POV and not a part of his dream.

The Nightmare



It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining bright and the trees are alive with birdsong. Everything seems to have a heartbeat of its own and breath along with the gentle winds that flow through the thick forest. None of this matters for the small fawn, however. No, the fawn is concentrated only on trying to trying to scare as many butterflies as it possibly can.

He feels his mother's warm gaze on him and knows that he is safe. As long as she's watching over him, nothing bad can happen. He knows this is true – it has always been so. He leaps over the nearest bush and lands among the flowers, sending butterflies in the air everywhere around him. A small voice starts to laugh triumphantly, and he recognizes it as his own.
“Did you see, mum?! Did you?! I scared so many!” he announced with pride in his voice as he watched as the small colourful insects fluttered around him. He hears a soft, warm chuckle behind him and knows that she is happy.
“Yes, dear. Now, come over here and finish your dinner. We will be moving on as soon as your father returns..”
Zach turns slowly, his small chest still heaving after running around for so long. He returns to her and almost starts to eat, but pauses. Lifting his small head, he looks at her. A small frown makes its way onto his face as the features he expects to see are not there. It feels..odd to look up at an adult deer, although he does not quite place why. It has always been this way. Mother's face..he can't seem to see it, no matter how hard he tries to tilt his head or raise himself higher to see better. It is as if there is something blocking his vision, keeping him from seeing her properly.
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The Flower Diaries; Chapter Ten

He's so tired.
and he is sore, legs hurting horridly as he curls up beneath the willow to sleep.

He had been content amongst the warm birch tree grasses, sitting where he had first met the doe, Poltergeist.
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