Skip to main content

The Tree Folk (pt. 1)

There's something I haven't done in a long time.

And that is, share a story.

I've written loads for you guys over the years, but when it comes to novels, I'm always -- hm, what's the proper word for it? -- terrified to share what I've written. Mostly because I get this notion like it needs to be edited and make sense and I need to reread it and *brain overloads and nothing gets done*

BUT NOT TODAY!

Okay, well, I did edit this but that's beside the point. I'm sharing a snippet of a current WIP, my dear friend, and I am entrusting its growth to you. :)

Without further ado...

- - -


“Stupid Craig and his stupid rules and his stupid protein bars and—AGH! GO AWAY BUG. And his stupid trooper scarf thing! Well here you go, Craig!” She ripped the bandana off her throat, stomping on it for good measure. “There! Now find me!”

The forest around her was eerily quiet.

She turned around in a circle, a small breeze brushing her arms. She watched as it made the leaves on the trees sway.

Silence was her friend as she stood in the forest, fuming and disappointed. A branch snapped in the distance and she whirled toward the sound, hoping it was Craig so she could continue yelling at him. But the figure before her wasn’t Craig. It was much too tall and broad. Its eyes were a sharp amber yellow that glowed from within, brightening the wrinkles around its sockets.

Sienna froze, convinced she’d stirred up a hostile creature. She tried to remember what the best thing to do was when you were confronted by a panther—or whatever it was that glared at her through the trees. The angry knot in her stomach transitioned to fear when the figure was joined by two more.

She ran.

Around the trees, over logs, through piles of leaves. She stirred dust in her wake as she sprinted, panting heavily and almost in tears. Something heavy snatched her feet from under her and she went down, her palms and chin cutting into soft earth. Scratchy thick vines encased her ankles, and she could not tell in her panic whether they were traveling up her legs or if that was just her mind. The vines encased her, mummifying her with just enough room to breathe in dirt and moss. She had a partial view of the branches above her head, the sun barely breaking through their barricade over the forest floor. For eternity she lay there, until the glowing eyes came into view.

When she screamed there was no sound.

- - -

What did you think, friend? I know, I know, it's dramatic. But I'm sure you would question if it was truly me who wrote it if it wasn't. ;)

Let me know what you think in the comments below! Do you want more? Less? Something different altogether? While you're down there, comment the word "bookish" if you made it this far into the post. ;)

I love hearing from you. <3

Toodle-loo for now!

Comments

  1. My 'bookish' heart has been made very happy and this snippet made me shiver a little, it was so vivid! I'd love to read more <3
    xoxo
    Lizzy

    ReplyDelete
  2. Very nice, I'm so glad to get to read a piece of your writing. More of course we want more. :D

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

All comments I receive are cherished for many hours after reading them. Thank you for taking the time to type something to me.

xx Nicole Rose

Popular posts from this blog

A to Z CSS Cheat Sheet

Alright. Maybe you're just starting out with redesigning your blog. Maybe you want to get into CSS, but don't know where to start. Or perhaps you like figuring things out on your own, but you're stuck and need a resource.
That's why I crafted this super awesome (and easy to use) A to Z CSS cheat sheet. Even if you're not a "designer", and your "just a blogger", you will greatly benefit from knowing basic CSS like what's been included below.
Please have fun with this and share with me what you create with the help of these cheat sheets! :)



Click here to check out and download the A to Z CSS Cheat Sheet!
Keep buzzin'. <3 xx Nicole Rose

So this is where I'm at.

Hi friend. How are you? I hope this post meets you well. Today I wanted to write about this little space. My corner of the Internet.

After many attempts to give it a major face lift / rebrand / vibe / mission I figured out that the girl I was in 2012 when I originally started this blog is no longer who I am.

So let's start fresh.
Hi, I'm Rosie. I am a college student and a creator of many crafts. I enjoy writing Young Adult fiction, playing piano, singing at the top of my lungs, and, above all, making other people laugh. Right now I am pursuing a degree in art therapy, which means my future job will be helping people express themselves in a safe environment with someone who loves them. I have tried to be many things on the Internet, from an American Girl doll hoarder to a make-up artist, but nothing has really clicked with me.
Not until now.
I have always been a Christian. My entire life I have identified as being a follower of Jesus Christ. But the thing about growing up in t…

Room Tour 2019

I've always wanted to do one of these posts. If not for the enjoyment of others, for the enjoyment of my future self to look back on and realize how much my style and space have changed.

My door. I think I'm sooo artsy for taping paint swatches to my door. And I actually love how it looks too. I was going for "Starry Night" with my own little twist -- and without the actual paint. ;)




This is what my room looks like from the doorway. Can you guess what the theme is? It's funny -- a few weeks ago I was discussing with Kenzie how my room has this coral and aquamarine vibe to it, yet my Instagram theme is focused on yellows and blues, and my actual fashion style is very grungy/hispter/artsy. So it all comes full circle, I guess? Still, I love my room. It's my safe haven. Now come on in so I can give you the full tour...




Right as you walk in, you will see my DIY jewelry hanging on the wall to your right. It's quite a balancing act when I want to get one of th…