Forest IV

~ tales from a mysterious, melancholy, and meaningful forest

Friends and Foes

Mathis sat at the head of the table, waiting for Damian Denestribe to reveal the method of his treachery.

He thought of his thinking, predicted his predictions, and quantified the qualities of his planned plans.

Marc and Erin had not yet made it to the clearing. They were beginning to doubt they ever would.

Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

One way or another, Beto didn’t feel like drawing his sword today.

Sometimes I am a persona. Other times, I’m poison.

I never did like going to the grocery.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.

“So I have this theory…”