Withering Souls Chapter One
I wrapped the scarf tighter around my neck and shuddered from both the cold and fear. The dark hazel and oak trees of Withering Woods loomed over me, and threatened to swallow me up. I raised my dress till the hem brushed my ankles and slowly trudged through the thick, cold mud. The air reeked of death. The wind blew through my cloak, chilling me to the bone. Clumps of grass and ice surrounded the barren ground and the wood was unnervingly silent. I cursed loudly as my boot clad foot slipped on a large chuck of ice hidden under the vile mud.
Never before had I cause to enter Withering Woods. It was a cursed place, said to harbor the devil in its dark areas. I was always told to stay out of it. The trees were taller than the mill my family owned, and the leaves were cluttered together so closely, no light made it to the floor of the wood. Even in broad daylight, Withering Woods was darker than night.
I shivered slightly and hugged myself tightly. Earlier, at the market, it seemed that t
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I grunted with effort as I wrung out the dripping wet dress and hung it on the wire that was strung on the two poles that functioned as our clothes line. Mother and Olivia (my younger sister) had gone to the market in Forks to buy livestock and had left me in charge of the mill and apothecary. Work had piled up and without the help of my mother and sister; it was difficult to get it all done. At least the work kept my mind off of the events from the day before.
Lucifer and Raphael had disappeared and I still remembered everything. At first I just stood there; unable to move. The cold bite of the evening breeze had shocked me back into my senses and I had sprinted home. Mother scolded me and I went to bed with a bleary mind and empty stomach.
I pushed a lock of my raven hair behind my ear and strung the next dress on the line. I straightened and sighed with relief as my hunched back cracked into place.
"Angela!" I turned to the sound of my name and saw a boy named Peter from the village
Alice in UnderlandIt is said that a young girl by the name of Alice Pleasance Liddell disappeared while spending an afternoon with her elder sister, she was said to be lured by a white rabbit into a deep hole in the gardens of her backyard. Through the hole she fell, right into the world of Wonderland; where the soldiers of the Queen of Hearts are playing cards, and cats are able to disappear, leaving a devilish smirk behind. This adventure is dismissed as a dream Alice had while napping in the lap of her beloved sister.Alice in Underland3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But is that true?
The Alice Pleasance Liddell spoken about in this story did not fall into the marvelous Wonderland but, the grim and dark Underland; where The Hatter is everything but mad, and the rabbit was everything but innocent.
The land is barren and as cold as ice, yet, it does not snow. Secrets swarm the dry air like bees, and the sun refuses to show it's face. Murderers lurk 'round every corner and the dreaded Jabberwocky consumes the humans one by one.
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