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(this is my favorite, i made it kinda for Halloween, but i like it either way. ^^

"Forest of Despair"

Close your eyes and think. Imagine a black forest. Mist covers the ground, and chokes the air. A pale full moon, slightly covered by a streak of gray, rises above the blackened, dead trees. The leafless trees sway in the wind, their branches creaking over each other. The rocky dirt road creeps over the desolate land.

Imagine big yellow eyes in the darkness. A large dapple-gray owl stares at you with intelligent eyes, beckoning for you with his piercing screech. Just below the dead limbs, a lone wolf howls mincingly towards the dying stars. Gnarled into a dead tree, a lone black rose lies within a small hole. Surrounding the malevolent tree, small life-like roots protrude thought the barren ground; as if to conquer the evil that larks within the forest.

Deep into this forest; let your mind wonder. In the heart of this wasteland, there stands a graveyard. Unmarked tombstones line the bloody ground. A coal black crow perches on one stone, daring you silently with its evil, sparkling eyes. The once brown dirt now contains small streams of fresh deep scarlet blood. Nearby, a tree holds an unpleasant sight. The time shape of a young human spreads over the reddened soil. Blood lines the leaves around the body, and a twig snaps nearby.

Imagine a tall, dark figure with a hooded face. Coming nearer to the dead tree, it reaches straight out. Its hands contain only three fingers each; and its fingernails portray long, curled black nails. The blackened figure continues closer. Deep with its glowing crimson eyes, the figure slowly beings to cast its evil enchanting spell. Calmly advancing, its eyes glisten with evil intent. The sky overhead darkens, as the pale moon hides behind the mist. The fog becomes thicker, and the figure attacks....

And right as it grabs your slender shoulders, you jerk back to reality. You see your teacher’s hands around your shoulders, seeing if you’re all right. Smiling mischievously, you’re fine. As she leaves to another student’s desk, you quickly allow your mind wonder again...

Close your eyes and think. Imagine a black forest. Mist covers the ground, and chokes the air. A pale full moon, slightly covered by a streak of gray, rises above the blackened, dead trees