Story Mooooode

the storm grew stronger. As I walked, I grew weaker. The pounding of the water hitting my face felt like it was bruising me. Each ping of water brought on the fury of a closed fist. I tried to shield my face with my arms, but the darkness made it frighting to not guide myself with my extended hands. Not knowing where I was walking frightened me. The fear took me back to my childhood bedroom. The nights kept me up. I lived in fear of the dark.

I awoke in the middle of the forest, the fierceness of the water falling from the sky, drowning in its swells. Knowing the flood was coming soon. I felt something was staring at me, telling me to leave, or else. I could feel the negative energy oozing from it. Its love of the hunt. There was nothing else to do but run.

Suddenly I felt the wind fiercely blow upon me, then it held on to me, not wanting to release! The combined fury of each cloud created a giant. It was blowing violently upon my face. Blood, I began to ingest its familiar, metallic, taste.

My thoughts surrounded me, they held me down. My fears were panic, my doors were closing. But somehow I moved my body. I felt this slow motion rhythm and followed it. I ran like I had never before! But I fell, I stumbled on the root of a tree. Always thinking I would fall, predicting my demise.

Using the roots of the tree to guide me, I scrambled to the back of the tree. Wanting desperately to stop making a sound, but unable to control my panic and breathing. The sudden sound it let out, followed by the sudden calmness, startled and stiffened my body. A spell upon me forced me to realize that something horrible was behind me. The shock held me still, immediately calmed my breathing. I felt the ooze envelope my waist. My arms automatically held on to the tree.

I spoke to the tree. I had spoken to so many of its ancestors. I had, had many conversations in the woods, never knowing we would meet. The tree knew.

I closed my eyes and thought of the trees strength. The guidance its many years and many conversations had garnered. I also thought about the horror of what it had seen this monster do to others. I held on and thought of my own strength. What I could give, if given no more.

As the ooze enveloped me, it grew thicker as soon as it touched my skin. It delighted in the unraveling of its thick, slimy body. It loved to show off. It gloats upon you, harassing your spirit. It strangles you until you stop berating. Eating its prey alive, most of the time.

I remained with the tree.

The monster began to step backwards. The mighty tree honed in on its own strength! Mother Earth was fighting for me too!  She allows me to hold on. Her and I have an incredible bond. She has heard my stories. She has heard my sorrow.  I am grateful to her.

With a vicious pull, the monster forces me to let go of the tree. My hands scrape the bark of the tree. It feels like needles have pierced and ripped through them. The monster forces me to change direction while enveloped in its stickiness, pulling my hair, my arms and legs towards it. I keep my mouth closed, my eyes. Without a warning, a jarring jolt!

Warmth envelopes my waist. I have to open my eyes! For a split second I see everything clear as daylight. A snapshot of the scene. I see lighting go from around my waist, enveloping me like a lasso. The lighting lights up all the trees around us. I see each tree extend it's branches as the bolt of electricity runs by. I see the monster. All black. No eyes, no mouth. The jolt forces it off the ground. Gravity pulls the monster down, as it makes contact with the floor, it splatters into a pool of black matter. Then, as abruptly as the jolt arrived, the monster went up into the clouds, like a beam of fluorescent black light.




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