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Forest Vignettes

The document consists of three vignettes set in a forest, each depicting a tense and eerie atmosphere. In 'Watching Woods', a man struggles to navigate the dark forest after being abandoned, sensing a lurking presence. 'Broken Silence' follows a woman who feels lost and hears a terrifying scream, while 'The Scent' describes a wolf driven by hunger, tracking prey amidst an impending storm.

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Forest Vignettes

The document consists of three vignettes set in a forest, each depicting a tense and eerie atmosphere. In 'Watching Woods', a man struggles to navigate the dark forest after being abandoned, sensing a lurking presence. 'Broken Silence' follows a woman who feels lost and hears a terrifying scream, while 'The Scent' describes a wolf driven by hunger, tracking prey amidst an impending storm.

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Forest Vignettes

Watching Woods:
She had left him for dead. Left him to find his way through this forest by
himself. Left him to navigate through the thick oak trees that seemed to
be constantly shifting. His feet sank into the mud, thick and greedy,
sucking him downward as if the earth itself wanted to claim him. His
breath came ragged, shallow, useless. Somewhere, beyond this dark
labyrinth of trees was an exit. He just couldn’t seem to find it

An unexpected gust of wind slithered through the trees as shadows


stretched out, long and sharp. Every crack of a branch, every rustle of
unseen movement sent cold fingers trailing down his spine. He wanted to
call for her. He didn’t.

The roots of those menacing trees seemed to be approaching, like skeletal


hands trying to drag him off to some deep, dark, place. Above him, the
fractured sky peeked through the tangled canopy, shards of pale light
scattered between the shifting branches. His heartbeat echoed through
him, like a drumbeat for the dead.

And then, for just for a moment, he saw something move between the
trees. It wasn’t her. It was something else. Something watching.
Something listening. Something growling a low, ragged growl.
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Broken Silence:
The forest was swallowing her whole. She had run until her legs screamed,
and yet she couldn’t get out of these cursed woods. The air smelled of
damp leaves and something else, something that worried her. She
swallowed against the knot in her throat.

Where was he? She had turned for only a second. Just a second. And then
he was gone. The silence pressed against her ears, thick and unnatural.
The world held its breath. Her pulse pounded against her ribs, frantic as a
bird caught in a net.

All of a sudden, she heard a scream. It carved through the stillness, raw
and jagged, unravelling everything inside her. Not a regular scream.
Something worse. Her fingers trembling as they gripped the bark of a
nearby tree. Was that him?

The trees stood still, indifferent. The earth didn’t care. Didn’t care that
something horrible might have just happened. Didn’t care what happened
to him.

The sky churned above her, and the scent of rain was thick in the air. And
yet, beneath that scent, beneath the rotting leaves and damp moss, there
was something else. A presence. Something was here. And it was hungry.
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The Scent:
Hunger gnawed at the wolf’s belly, sharp and insistent. The scraps that
had formed his last meal had been brittle, old, and unsatisfying. But this
scent was fresh, warm, alive. The taste of it filled his throat before his
teeth even found the flesh.

The scent had curled through the air, thick and rich, filling his throat with
the promise of a meal. The earth was soft beneath his paws, damp and
pulsing with life. The trees loomed around him, their trunks pressed close,
their branches draped in shadow. The forest whispered, its breath rustling
through the leaves, carrying the scent forward, guiding him.

The air was dense, laced with the sharp tang of oncoming rain, but the
promise of a meal drowned out all else. The prey was near, trembling,
unaware. Its breath came shallow, its heart fluttered like a wounded bird.
But another scent wove through the trees, another heartbeat lingering
somewhere beyond. Another meal for later.

The sky above was split, fractured by pale streaks of light. The storm
waited at the edges of the world, silent and looming. But hunger was
louder. The forest did not move. The earth did not stir. The moment hung,
stretched thin, waiting to break. A meal. So close. So certain.

Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the forest in a pale, ghostly


glow. The storm was coming. But first, a meal.
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