After writing a lot of stories about people going into dark forests, I decided I needed to stop doing that for a while.
But then this week’s Mondays Finish the Story pulled me back in, so I present to you a story about someone going into a dark forest.
Word Count: 149
Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. It wasn’t the normal sort of dark. It was a pitch blackness that enveloped everything save for the vague outlines of trees. He wandered in the shadows, hearing leaves rustle under his feet and feeling branches gently scratch at his arms.
There were no sounds of other animals. The forest seemed to be empty.
Then he heard the soft crunch of boots on undergrowth. He stopped, turning around and around in the endless void, trying to find the source of the noise.
When he was done looking, he couldn’t remember which way he’d been facing. He felt out with his hands.
Cold ice met his touch, biting his fingers with bitter cold. He yanked them back, fast as he could.
He reached out in other directions, searching for the familiar sensation of rough leaves. There was only ice as far as he could touch, a shell of endless cold.