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The dead walk out of the sea...
Written by Tylasmith in portal Horror & Thriller

deadly waters

a ship frozen over in the swarming sea of Cocytus This ship half way deep 

in the swirling crimson sea, frothed with snowflaked petals and murderous icicles protecting its core, a ruby scepter splitting through the earthen crevasses. A woman fully clothed in a sheet of ice, white roses adorned her head, her lips tinted red from the warmth received from the suns hospitality and eyes tucked to sleep she was stored underneath the boat a sleeping siren, she held in her hands a wooden cross weaving in out of her opaque hands , a sweet song churned through the waves of the lonely sea 

mistrusting eyes 

a gallant giggle 

a ghostly whisper, a daunting howl 

a scar slashed through an old man scowl 

a crew man's whistle 

brooding breast 

daughters of the ocean

a dagger dipped in warm blood 

a pirates booty 

a lady in waiting

Whistles to creaking floorboards of the ship

That burped through the waters

What happened to this ship that fell asleep in the arctic ocean

In the year of 1716

It was a stormy night the wind howled, the sky was a bruised purple it bleed a deeper red, the clouds a midnight black mixed with gray, the moon a stranger dancing in between the cracks of the sky, the air cold and thick and dragged out like cigars, the ocean shook with anger from the beating it was enduring from a wild captain named crossbones , a scar slashed upon an old man's scowl , he raped and pillage the sea of its earthenware riches , he and his crew traveled through each land gathering up the booty ( treasure of the land) and leaving the land naked and unearthed they were looking for the maiden encased in ice, the ocean daughter that held all the riches of the world . The ocean grew hungry tired and angry lurking around the corner for my trespassers to devour, now the earth had conversed with the ocean and had told the ocean about this crew that pillaged the earth of her beauty and her riches and her people were hungry and the ocean had told her about the crew that killed her sirens, and turned her waters a crimson red , her water wallowed murder and sin floated with bones of the lost crew of evermore 

they wandered her wanders and built dams to link the ocean with her rivers and lakes that she birthed, but they died in her hurricane that she created to cleanse herself of its residue of the wreckage that burned her waters with fire and anger 

the ocean encased the dead 

the suicidals 

the murders 

the slaves 

the adventures 

the nobles 

children 

and 

her 

daughters 

her 

dear 

sirens 

the ocean was lonely and craved the taste of human flesh 

the ocean craved specifically cross bone and his crew 

the ocean conquered and devoured 

now her daughters 

sing at the entrance of ocean 

 The dead walked out of the sea ( repeat 5x's )

if you  hold the key ye shall be free 

take a knee 

and surrender to the sea 

or flee

beg mercy 

and ye shall 

see 

the

ocean 

is 

for 

men 

not 

little 

boys 

brave

the deadly 

waters 

and 

embrace 

her 

current 

 

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The dead walk out of the sea...
Written by Tylasmith in portal Horror & Thriller
deadly waters
a ship frozen over in the swarming sea of Cocytus This ship half way deep 
in the swirling crimson sea, frothed with snowflaked petals and murderous icicles protecting its core, a ruby scepter splitting through the earthen crevasses. A woman fully clothed in a sheet of ice, white roses adorned her head, her lips tinted red from the warmth received from the suns hospitality and eyes tucked to sleep she was stored underneath the boat a sleeping siren, she held in her hands a wooden cross weaving in out of her opaque hands , a sweet song churned through the waves of the lonely sea 

mistrusting eyes 
a gallant giggle 
a ghostly whisper, a daunting howl 
a scar slashed through an old man scowl 
a crew man's whistle 
brooding breast 
daughters of the ocean
a dagger dipped in warm blood 
a pirates booty 
a lady in waiting

Whistles to creaking floorboards of the ship
That burped through the waters
What happened to this ship that fell asleep in the arctic ocean
In the year of 1716
It was a stormy night the wind howled, the sky was a bruised purple it bleed a deeper red, the clouds a midnight black mixed with gray, the moon a stranger dancing in between the cracks of the sky, the air cold and thick and dragged out like cigars, the ocean shook with anger from the beating it was enduring from a wild captain named crossbones , a scar slashed upon an old man's scowl , he raped and pillage the sea of its earthenware riches , he and his crew traveled through each land gathering up the booty ( treasure of the land) and leaving the land naked and unearthed they were looking for the maiden encased in ice, the ocean daughter that held all the riches of the world . The ocean grew hungry tired and angry lurking around the corner for my trespassers to devour, now the earth had conversed with the ocean and had told the ocean about this crew that pillaged the earth of her beauty and her riches and her people were hungry and the ocean had told her about the crew that killed her sirens, and turned her waters a crimson red , her water wallowed murder and sin floated with bones of the lost crew of evermore 
they wandered her wanders and built dams to link the ocean with her rivers and lakes that she birthed, but they died in her hurricane that she created to cleanse herself of its residue of the wreckage that burned her waters with fire and anger 
the ocean encased the dead 
the suicidals 
the murders 
the slaves 
the adventures 
the nobles 
children 
and 
her 
daughters 
her 
dear 
sirens 
the ocean was lonely and craved the taste of human flesh 
the ocean craved specifically cross bone and his crew 
the ocean conquered and devoured 
now her daughters 
sing at the entrance of ocean 
 The dead walked out of the sea ( repeat 5x's )
if you  hold the key ye shall be free 
take a knee 
and surrender to the sea 
or flee
beg mercy 
and ye shall 
see 
the
ocean 
is 
for 
men 
not 
little 
boys 
brave
the deadly 
waters 
and 
embrace 
her 
current 





 
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Written by brieannekt in portal Stream of Consciousness

young moon muse

catipult

launches

eccentric energy upwards

mars manic mania

super

moon

orbit

Our

Collective void Occiputs

spinning by ...

gravity heaves

US down

lunacy leaves

madame medusa cries

black

hole

sun

pic source: earthsky.org

dedication to chris cornell

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Written by brieannekt in portal Stream of Consciousness
young moon muse
catipult
launches
eccentric energy upwards
mars manic mania
super
moon
orbit
Our
Collective void Occiputs
spinning by ...
gravity heaves
US down
lunacy leaves
madame medusa cries
black
hole
sun


pic source: earthsky.org
dedication to chris cornell
#adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
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Interactive Fiction Project

I'm excited to announce that I'm working on an interactive fiction project using Twine. The genre will be YA fantasy, and it will read like a choose-your-own-adventure book with the bonus of an in-game inventory system. I will release more information about this project soon! If there's anything you'd like to see in the storyline, please comment below. Thanks!

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Interactive Fiction Project
I'm excited to announce that I'm working on an interactive fiction project using Twine. The genre will be YA fantasy, and it will read like a choose-your-own-adventure book with the bonus of an in-game inventory system. I will release more information about this project soon! If there's anything you'd like to see in the storyline, please comment below. Thanks!
#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #interactivefiction 
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Write a tanka describing what you love about the summer time.
Written by brieannekt in portal Tanka

seasonalbliss

surfing the high tide

ice cream truck melody melts

splashes of lemonade

leak from sun kissed berry lips

falling in seasonal love

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Written by brieannekt in portal Tanka
seasonalbliss
surfing the high tide
ice cream truck melody melts
splashes of lemonade
leak from sun kissed berry lips
falling in seasonal love


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Write about a terrible character—a monster, a villain, the worst person you have ever known—and make that character sympathetic to readers.
Written by AlSalehi

The Dawn of the Night

Hush be still

and let me in;

You I’ll hold

and place within.

Open Yourself

as this is my Day;

This is my Time

prepare for my Play.

Constricting your vision

thus blinding your sight;

Completing my mission

as Darkness mates Light.

I am the One

who commits this Rape,

Whilst drowning your Sun

beneath my cape…

As no arm of Law,

has the reach of claw,

To escape,

my Escape.

Now I mean no harm

as I may seem dark;

But blame me not

for absorbing your spark.

Alas I’m held captive

in an equation;

By an ‘Empty Set’

that solves for Salvation.

Without you beneath me

I am potential in a womb;

For your being gives birth

to my arousal to consume.

I shall take your drought

and relieve all your fears;

As I rain upon you

with oceans of tears.

Should you elect to breathe

underneath my blinds;

It shall be by a bond

that forever binds…

Me onto you

with few tears left to cry;

Leaving you wet

with no warmth to help dry.

Succumb now to this slave

of Nature’s whimsical yearning;

For I’ve many visits to make

whilst this Earth keeps turning.

Hush my beloved

be laid tranquil and light;

For ‘at the end of the Day’

I am, the Night!

Copyright © 1986-2017

Al Salehi

All Rights Reserved

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Write about a terrible character—a monster, a villain, the worst person you have ever known—and make that character sympathetic to readers.
Written by AlSalehi
The Dawn of the Night
Hush be still
and let me in;
You I’ll hold
and place within.

Open Yourself
as this is my Day;
This is my Time
prepare for my Play.

Constricting your vision
thus blinding your sight;
Completing my mission
as Darkness mates Light.

I am the One
who commits this Rape,
Whilst drowning your Sun
beneath my cape…
As no arm of Law,
has the reach of claw,
To escape,
my Escape.

Now I mean no harm
as I may seem dark;
But blame me not
for absorbing your spark.

Alas I’m held captive
in an equation;
By an ‘Empty Set’
that solves for Salvation.

Without you beneath me
I am potential in a womb;
For your being gives birth
to my arousal to consume.

I shall take your drought
and relieve all your fears;
As I rain upon you
with oceans of tears.

Should you elect to breathe
underneath my blinds;
It shall be by a bond
that forever binds…

Me onto you
with few tears left to cry;
Leaving you wet
with no warmth to help dry.

Succumb now to this slave
of Nature’s whimsical yearning;
For I’ve many visits to make
whilst this Earth keeps turning.

Hush my beloved
be laid tranquil and light;
For ‘at the end of the Day’
I am, the Night!


Copyright © 1986-2017
Al Salehi
All Rights Reserved
#fantasy  #scifi  #fiction  #nonfiction  #romance  #horror  #adventure  #education  #poetry  #science  #philosophy  #mystery  #politics  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
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Part 4 Six Part Challenge (please see details and do part 1, 2 and 3 first) We are writing a short story 300 or so words at a time!
Written by joyceanne in portal Fiction

Hiking Up the Falls (part 4)

Zoam vanished into the bracken. I started walking, keeping the sound of water to my left, as a rough path now guided me up the slope along the top edge of the gorge. I called for Patrick, but, after a while, discouraged, I slumped against an old, bent Pine with branches drooping into the ravine. Having seen large piles of dung, I was becoming more frightened about bears by the moment.

“Oh, woe is me, oh, oh!” The tree trunk vibrated and shook.

Startled, I cried, “Who’s that?”

“Nobody. I’m nobody. Who are you?”

“I’m nobody, too, I suppose, but my name is April May Tangle. You must be … ."

“I am Weeping Pine, and I can’t stop crying,” the long needles shivered. “I adore Emily Dickinson. Do you?”

“Why, yes, she’s one my favorite poets, but whatever happened?"

“The bear ravaged my trunk again.”

I saw deep claw marks in the tree.

"I'm so sorry," I stroked the tree's wounds.

I too suffered from abuse and lingering scars. Patrick and I had met during a retreat in which we were learning to cope with our emotions and the past, and our friendship had blossomed long-term.

"Do you have any friends?" I asked gently.

"Oliver," the Weeping Pine lifted a long branch towards a large barn owl on the highest branch, "but he sleeps during the day."

Suddenly, we heard a loud crashing in the brush.

"It's the bear!" the pine shuddered. "He's come back!"

"What can we do?" I whispered.

"Hold on!" the Weeping Pine ordered as it wrapped a long branch firmly around my waist and dangled me over the cliff where I hung on for my life. Looking out, quaking in the Pine's grasp, I saw a small, stone cottage at the top of Lucifer Falls.

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Part 4 Six Part Challenge (please see details and do part 1, 2 and 3 first) We are writing a short story 300 or so words at a time!
Written by joyceanne in portal Fiction
Hiking Up the Falls (part 4)
Zoam vanished into the bracken. I started walking, keeping the sound of water to my left, as a rough path now guided me up the slope along the top edge of the gorge. I called for Patrick, but, after a while, discouraged, I slumped against an old, bent Pine with branches drooping into the ravine. Having seen large piles of dung, I was becoming more frightened about bears by the moment.

“Oh, woe is me, oh, oh!” The tree trunk vibrated and shook.

Startled, I cried, “Who’s that?”

“Nobody. I’m nobody. Who are you?”

“I’m nobody, too, I suppose, but my name is April May Tangle. You must be … ."

“I am Weeping Pine, and I can’t stop crying,” the long needles shivered. “I adore Emily Dickinson. Do you?”

“Why, yes, she’s one my favorite poets, but whatever happened?"

“The bear ravaged my trunk again.”

I saw deep claw marks in the tree.

"I'm so sorry," I stroked the tree's wounds.

I too suffered from abuse and lingering scars. Patrick and I had met during a retreat in which we were learning to cope with our emotions and the past, and our friendship had blossomed long-term.

"Do you have any friends?" I asked gently.

"Oliver," the Weeping Pine lifted a long branch towards a large barn owl on the highest branch, "but he sleeps during the day."

Suddenly, we heard a loud crashing in the brush.

"It's the bear!" the pine shuddered. "He's come back!"

"What can we do?" I whispered.

"Hold on!" the Weeping Pine ordered as it wrapped a long branch firmly around my waist and dangled me over the cliff where I hung on for my life. Looking out, quaking in the Pine's grasp, I saw a small, stone cottage at the top of Lucifer Falls.
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Row row row...
Written by Tylasmith

gentle streams

row row row your boat 

gently down the milky stream of dreams 

row row row until your far from home 

breath the fumes in 

tuck your eyes to sleep 

turn that bass up 

melt into 

chocolate chipped 

rhymes 

row them hips to the lyrics 

sink into the floor 

melt 

down into the carpet 

fall 

down 

into 

the empty 

rhymes 

and subtonic

notes 

jump into bed 

and 

row far 

away 

from the 

creaking 

doors 

of misery 

locked the door 

and 

get 

lost in the fumes 

let all the pain 

go 

and 

drop 

it low 

bring 

your hands to the sky 

and sway into tomorrow 

push them headphones 

deeper into 

my head 

and drown 

out 

the 

pelting 

thoughts 

row your boat 

gently 

down the stream 

of tears 

baby reach your epiphany 

 

 

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Row row row...
Written by Tylasmith
gentle streams
row row row your boat 
gently down the milky stream of dreams 
row row row until your far from home 
breath the fumes in 
tuck your eyes to sleep 
turn that bass up 
melt into 
chocolate chipped 
rhymes 
row them hips to the lyrics 
sink into the floor 
melt 
down into the carpet 
fall 
down 
into 
the empty 
rhymes 
and subtonic
notes 
jump into bed 
and 
row far 
away 
from the 
creaking 
doors 
of misery 
locked the door 
and 
get 
lost in the fumes 
let all the pain 
go 
and 
drop 
it low 
bring 
your hands to the sky 
and sway into tomorrow 
push them headphones 
deeper into 
my head 
and drown 
out 
the 
pelting 
thoughts 
row your boat 
gently 
down the stream 
of tears 
baby reach your epiphany 


 
 



#adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #listeningtothemusic  #inthefeels 
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The Leprechauns in the Trees

I have always loved the forest, I love the nature and the sense of calmness. Well, that was until I seen something that I wish I could unsee....

It was a nice sunny morning, I was walking through the forest near my house earlier than I normal do just because I couldn't sleep. As I was walking I could hear a rustle in the leaves above me, I smiled to myself and look up expecting a blue jay or another bird. But instead, I got a face full of moss, I cough and knock it off my face before looking back up to find out what made the moss fall. I see a flash of green disappear into the leaves on another tree. Me being curious I followed the flash. I dodged roots and rocks as I tried to keep up with the green creature in front of me. Finally, it stopped. I carefully climb up a nearby tree to try to see the creature. 

Once I got up the tree I could hear rustling near me in one of the other trees. I carefully move the branches in front of me to see the green creature. When I moved the branches, I could not make any noise because I was too shocked at what I saw. There in the trees, was a group of shirtless leprechauns, both male and female, taking what looked like sharp stone and shaving their armpits. I was horrified when I saw what their armpit hair looked like. It was the moss that covered the tree. The green moss on the trees was leprechaun armpit hair........

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The Leprechauns in the Trees
I have always loved the forest, I love the nature and the sense of calmness. Well, that was until I seen something that I wish I could unsee....

It was a nice sunny morning, I was walking through the forest near my house earlier than I normal do just because I couldn't sleep. As I was walking I could hear a rustle in the leaves above me, I smiled to myself and look up expecting a blue jay or another bird. But instead, I got a face full of moss, I cough and knock it off my face before looking back up to find out what made the moss fall. I see a flash of green disappear into the leaves on another tree. Me being curious I followed the flash. I dodged roots and rocks as I tried to keep up with the green creature in front of me. Finally, it stopped. I carefully climb up a nearby tree to try to see the creature. 

Once I got up the tree I could hear rustling near me in one of the other trees. I carefully move the branches in front of me to see the green creature. When I moved the branches, I could not make any noise because I was too shocked at what I saw. There in the trees, was a group of shirtless leprechauns, both male and female, taking what looked like sharp stone and shaving their armpits. I was horrified when I saw what their armpit hair looked like. It was the moss that covered the tree. The green moss on the trees was leprechaun armpit hair........
#fiction  #adventure  #mystery  #humor  #funny 
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Chapter 8 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A in portal Simon & Schuster

May 18, 2067

        It wasn't the future they all thought it would be.

        Technology hadn't taken over. It had liberated us. No longer did we depend upon technology. We were finally free from the means to our present end. You're likely wondering what all this encompassed, pretending you're from the past. I'll start with this: 100% free time. Technology took care of food, shelter, transportation, and safety. Our job, as humans, was what you could call "permanent unemployment." Our core deliverables included science, art, traveling, and socializing. And that was about it. And it was about making the most of that only resource there is and logically can be: time. 

        Time, space, energy. 

        We shared the space of Earth with the machines we'd built from it that used the Sun's power in affording us sunlike temporal abundance. The abundance was a fun dance, to be certain. Violence, war, and crime had been eliminated like cancer, AIDS, and polio for decades. No more hysteria over famine or school shootings or nuclear winters. All because of technology. 

        We made technology smart enough to outsmart us at those things that both humans and technology could compute, so to write. We all swiftly retired from the calculative industry and started work in the creative ecosystem. Of course, technology could and can create, too, but not in the true sense; in the illusory sense. Creating the illusion of spontaneity. Spontaneity, channeling, and destiny were exponentially more synonymous nowadays than they were before the Solar Revolution. That's another story, though.

        So we spent our time being scientists, artists, adventurers, and companions.

        Everyone had their niche, its unique size and shape. Some scientifically specialized in physics, artistically specialized in writing, travelly specialized in Mars, socially specialized in cocktail parties. I specialized in ethics, cartooning, India, and neighborhood dinners. Typical day? Wake, be, pray, learn, make, go, share. If I felt like researching and teaching ethics in Japan and not New York one day, then I would take a SpaceX, BlueO, or Uber and arrive in a couple hours - for free, of course. 

        Everything was just so elegant and efficient. You might be thinking it was truly more of a dystopia, but really, it wasn't. There was no rise of the machines. The machines did what we told them. We told them to find a solution to getting the world off filth and on light (and soon thereafter, on pure energy) and they did. We told them to find a solution to eradicating poverty and scarcity from all places on Earth - and that they did, as well.

        With power and money no longer issues, we could afford to solve health and education. The countries of the world united. Their governments extended olive branches to all the people, even the sickest, unluckiest ones, and shared this newfound surplus of sheer abundance with those who needed it most. Crime and war went away because poverty and scarcity went away - because technology did what we said.

        And now we are truly living in Heaven on Earth - and beyond Earth. Humans now die only when they choose so, and they are now so well-educated that reproduction and overpopulation are but memories.

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Chapter 8 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A in portal Simon & Schuster
May 18, 2067
        It wasn't the future they all thought it would be.
        Technology hadn't taken over. It had liberated us. No longer did we depend upon technology. We were finally free from the means to our present end. You're likely wondering what all this encompassed, pretending you're from the past. I'll start with this: 100% free time. Technology took care of food, shelter, transportation, and safety. Our job, as humans, was what you could call "permanent unemployment." Our core deliverables included science, art, traveling, and socializing. And that was about it. And it was about making the most of that only resource there is and logically can be: time. 
        Time, space, energy. 
        We shared the space of Earth with the machines we'd built from it that used the Sun's power in affording us sunlike temporal abundance. The abundance was a fun dance, to be certain. Violence, war, and crime had been eliminated like cancer, AIDS, and polio for decades. No more hysteria over famine or school shootings or nuclear winters. All because of technology. 
        We made technology smart enough to outsmart us at those things that both humans and technology could compute, so to write. We all swiftly retired from the calculative industry and started work in the creative ecosystem. Of course, technology could and can create, too, but not in the true sense; in the illusory sense. Creating the illusion of spontaneity. Spontaneity, channeling, and destiny were exponentially more synonymous nowadays than they were before the Solar Revolution. That's another story, though.
        So we spent our time being scientists, artists, adventurers, and companions.
        Everyone had their niche, its unique size and shape. Some scientifically specialized in physics, artistically specialized in writing, travelly specialized in Mars, socially specialized in cocktail parties. I specialized in ethics, cartooning, India, and neighborhood dinners. Typical day? Wake, be, pray, learn, make, go, share. If I felt like researching and teaching ethics in Japan and not New York one day, then I would take a SpaceX, BlueO, or Uber and arrive in a couple hours - for free, of course. 
        Everything was just so elegant and efficient. You might be thinking it was truly more of a dystopia, but really, it wasn't. There was no rise of the machines. The machines did what we told them. We told them to find a solution to getting the world off filth and on light (and soon thereafter, on pure energy) and they did. We told them to find a solution to eradicating poverty and scarcity from all places on Earth - and that they did, as well.
        With power and money no longer issues, we could afford to solve health and education. The countries of the world united. Their governments extended olive branches to all the people, even the sickest, unluckiest ones, and shared this newfound surplus of sheer abundance with those who needed it most. Crime and war went away because poverty and scarcity went away - because technology did what we said.
        And now we are truly living in Heaven on Earth - and beyond Earth. Humans now die only when they choose so, and they are now so well-educated that reproduction and overpopulation are but memories.
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Part 3 - 6 part challenge! Please read details and see Part 1 and 2 We are writing a short story 300 words at a time..(Give or take a few)
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Hiking Up The Falls (part 3)

I stared down at the frog incredulously.

"My friend was hiking with me. He went off into the bushes for just a minute.”

“As I stated, Ms, you appear to be alone and that is bad, very bad, indeed,” the frog tapped his walking stick.

“Who are you?” I cried. “I've never met a talking frog before, or, I’m sorry, are you a toad? And the Trillium Sisters? It’s weird!”

“Ah, forgive me. Let me introduce myself. Major Zoam Bellisario, Frog Ranger of Trillium Woods, at your service,” and, with that, he removed his hat and bowed deeply, nearly toppling to the ground.

Gesturing toward the flower patch, he said, "The Trilliums are the oldest souls in these woods which bear their name. They are the wisest spirits here, keeping silent always.”

“Very nice to meet you, Sir, uh, Ma'am, I mean, Major, and Sisters Trilliums,” I replied. “My name is April - April May Tangle, and, excuse me again, but this is Buttermilk Forest.”

“You are no longer where you once were, Ms. Tangle. To return to Buttermilk will be difficult, in fact, I daresay, nearly impossible. But I suppose you must try to find yourself again.”

“I don't understand,” I murmured. The butterflies in my stomach were doing cartwheels. Dread? Or was it panic? I felt slightly nauseous.

“To find your way back to where you started, follow the sound of the water. Keep it always to your left and climb the path to the stone cottage on the cliff.”

“But Patrick? Where is he?” Tears stung my eyes and my nose started to itch. A sneeze threatened as I felt my allergies and stress kick in.

“I dare say he finds himself in the same predicament as you. Hurry now, it's still early in the day, but, yet, night is never far away.”

Zoam turned and marched off under the Trillium leaves.

“Ahchho,” I sneezed as I watched him disappear. “Goodbye. Thank you. Will I see you again?” I waved.

But the only sound was the faint roar of the Falls and the wind rustling the leaves overhead.

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Part 3 - 6 part challenge! Please read details and see Part 1 and 2 We are writing a short story 300 words at a time..(Give or take a few)
Written by joyceanne in portal Fiction
Hiking Up The Falls (part 3)
I stared down at the frog incredulously.

"My friend was hiking with me. He went off into the bushes for just a minute.”

“As I stated, Ms, you appear to be alone and that is bad, very bad, indeed,” the frog tapped his walking stick.

“Who are you?” I cried. “I've never met a talking frog before, or, I’m sorry, are you a toad? And the Trillium Sisters? It’s weird!”

“Ah, forgive me. Let me introduce myself. Major Zoam Bellisario, Frog Ranger of Trillium Woods, at your service,” and, with that, he removed his hat and bowed deeply, nearly toppling to the ground.

Gesturing toward the flower patch, he said, "The Trilliums are the oldest souls in these woods which bear their name. They are the wisest spirits here, keeping silent always.”

“Very nice to meet you, Sir, uh, Ma'am, I mean, Major, and Sisters Trilliums,” I replied. “My name is April - April May Tangle, and, excuse me again, but this is Buttermilk Forest.”

“You are no longer where you once were, Ms. Tangle. To return to Buttermilk will be difficult, in fact, I daresay, nearly impossible. But I suppose you must try to find yourself again.”

“I don't understand,” I murmured. The butterflies in my stomach were doing cartwheels. Dread? Or was it panic? I felt slightly nauseous.

“To find your way back to where you started, follow the sound of the water. Keep it always to your left and climb the path to the stone cottage on the cliff.”

“But Patrick? Where is he?” Tears stung my eyes and my nose started to itch. A sneeze threatened as I felt my allergies and stress kick in.

“I dare say he finds himself in the same predicament as you. Hurry now, it's still early in the day, but, yet, night is never far away.”

Zoam turned and marched off under the Trillium leaves.

“Ahchho,” I sneezed as I watched him disappear. “Goodbye. Thank you. Will I see you again?” I waved.

But the only sound was the faint roar of the Falls and the wind rustling the leaves overhead.
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