One,
the branches
might end up
crushing me
to my death.
Two,
the grass
might just have
some sort of
fused in them that
dulls my senses.
As I tried
to think,
the
crunching
sounds
flooded
my ears
and
echoed in my
skull.
and my thoughts
sped up
again
but now
they were even
faster.
YOU ARE READING
❝ the place nature forgot ❞
Short Story. ❝ She sits on her uncomfortable bed. Life used to be better than this, but now, her scant possessions litter the floor. The paint is peeling from the white-washed walls. A tear escapes her eye and r...
