Writing

A god?
he cannot tell why, but for some strange reason he wants to be close to that ball of light, it brings him comfort, even if he does rather want to run at the same time, so many deer!

Inspired by Animal Speak by Ted Andrews, this story series invites the reader to travel to a new world and meet someone special to them - their own Endless Forest deer. Each story will be different but will be considered the same 'world'.

Sometimes your deer will ask you a question. Other times maybe there is danger nearby. The ideas are endless.

I was thinking about maybe writing a story once every couple of days or so, or maybe once a week.

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Today had been a rough day. You finally come home, doing your daily routines and finally slinking into your favorite chair, kicking off your shoes and socks and relaxing. You usually reach for the remote to the television, but instead, you close your eyes and rest.

Opening them, you sit up and notice you're not in your room anymore. This seems familiar, you realized that you have returned to the dream world you had been to before, but it was much different than the first time.

You are on a beach, and you notice your chair had come with you as you were sitting on it. Standing, you feel your feet sink into the sand. It feels nice to you, feeling the individual grains fill the spaces between your toes. You try to walk, and find it a little difficult. The sand is soft and white, almost blinding you as you look down on it.

Looking off in the distance, you survey the surroundings. The beach seems to stretch for miles - to your left, the beach climbs up a rock wall, and you notice strange etchings in the rock; to your left, the ocean laps constantly, making lovely sounds with each wave that hits the beach. You look to the horizon - it flattens and you cannot see any other islands other than a few close ones near the shore.

You decide to look at the etchings on the rock wall. There are strange symbols that seem very familiar to you. In fact, you begin to recognize them - they are the pictograms of deer you know, your friends' deer. One by one, you start to say the names, and it seems so strange that they are carved here. What were they doing here? You look for your own deer's pictogram, but you don't seem to spot it.

You follow the beach then, taking slow strides as you enjoy the sand and sun. You notice something in the sand - a few hoofprints seem to point to one of the close small islands close to the shore.

Chapter Twelve - Extermination

15:00 – Eight Hours Left

They were in the infirmary when Jergens had told Malware and Irene of the change in plans, and their immediate reaction was anger. “Boy…” Irene said, “Yer gonna die, ya know that, don’t ya?” her voice was unfeeling, not a twinge of sadness was in it. Jergens nodded. Malware stepped forward. “The Master is right, as ashamed as I am to admit it, he would only slow us… And I would rather be killed than abandon him here.” He looked to Jergens, his pictogram radiating a gentle golden glow. Irene looked from face to face, her eyes hard set. “Ma’am…” Faith said, his voice nothing more than a whisper, “You can still leave… I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to get involved…” he shivered. Jergens lightly brushed back his hair. “Oh, don’t give me any of that crap boy! I ain’t leavin’. How can I? Everyone knew I was a queer sympathizer to begin with. How do I know they ain’t gonna try and take me down too? Besides, I’m old boy. I was gonna go down anyway. Why not do it with a bang?” she cackled, as if finding it to be a great game. Bartleby suddenly stiffened, his body growing rigid. “Faith?! Faith, what’s wrong?!” Jergens lightly tapped his cheek, panicking. Faith’s eyes were wide, almost unfocused as his lips moved, the smallest hush of a sound escaping him.

“Nippers…”

With Jergens cradling him in his arms, Faith began to cry.

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16:30 – Seven Hours and Thirty Minutes Left

Of course Nippers herself would never understand what was to come that night; Jergens had to try to explain it though. But how do you explain death to a simple woman such as this? He tried to sugarcoat it, to make it more bearable.

“Now, Nip. Do you know what happened to Credit a little while ago?” he was grinning at her as they stood outside the infirmary door, or at least trying to grin. She swayed back and forth, putting a finger to her lip.

Please click, not the finale, by the way. Apologies

"Why does Brown-Stag virgil look so sad?
And storm-deer Ephire?...

Mama-doe poltergeist, I can smell you, but why can't I find you?"

SOFRONIO'S MERRY ADVENTURES
BRANCH I
How sofronio got his set in an array of edited screenshots with a sickly amount of sweet poured all over a simple storyline & auto playing music. Enjoy.

What is, evil? can you, touch it? define it?

by the dictionary evil is, and quote;
Morally bad or wrong; wicked:

But, how does one define, Morally bad, or wrong, how does one, define, wicked?
Evil is, as held in the eyes of any beholder much like beauty, no one man or woman can define, evil, because, evil is different to most everyone.

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You sit comfortably, closing your eyes and wondering what tomorrow will bring. You soon forget your worries, and your surroundings seem to disappear.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself somewhere else. You sit up, looking around to see a strange new place that seems familiar. No longer are you in a room but rather a great open plain. The wind brushes past, and the warm summer sky shines on you. You are slightly blinded by the bright reflection of the sunlight on the strands of golden grass that fill the place. You notice a thick treeline circles the area, and you begin to think that you are dreaming, but it seems so real.

You walk farther down where you had first awoken. There, you hear the sounds of birds above, flying off for their own purposes. You stop and listen to them, the fluttering of their wings and their calls to one another. It reminds you of something, but you can't quite remember.

You keep walking, finding a place that had been cleared. A small fountain is there, in the center is a statue of a stag, standing upright and looking off to one side. You notice the fountain is not flowing, but it is worn like it had been before. There are other things there, stone benches, and vases that used to hold flowers. It seemed that this place was built for a special purpose, but it seems so out of the ordinary.

You feel like the stag is staring at you. His eyes seem to point toward one of the benches, and you decide to go sit on it. There, you notice a pebble sitting there, but it is shaped strangely. You pick it up, and upon inspecting it, you are startled to notice that a symbol is etched into it - one very special to you.

A pictogram, the name of a deer you have created. You rub the stone curiously - it feels authentic and is cut deeply.

The Endless Forest

The Flower Diaries; Chapter Nine

the viper's veil... [apm/css]

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Return to Nature - Story II

The Story of Bartleby and Jergens - Finale (None Are Left)

The Story of Bartleby and Jergens - Part Eleven

The Flower Diaries; On roses, And mama polt.

How he got his coat

Evil.

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