Six Sentence Story - "March"

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CHILLED WHISPERS

​I had only meant to walk along the edge line of the darkening forest. 

Now, the branches of the trees hung thick overhead, knitting together to obscure my view of the sky and hinder the light of the moon.
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The woods had drawn me in, circling, tightening, guiding me deeper – the path becoming a perilous influencer. 

Each foot placement I took was matched by another, a synchronized march mimicking mine, stepping when I stepped and pausing when I rested, though I was certain I had entered the forest alone.

I turned quickly around, trying to catch what followed me, and saw nothing – just as I had expected – and released my breath. 

But when I began my slow journey again, trying to find my way out of the tree of mazes, chilled air brushed against my ear and whispered, “I think... you already know... how this... is going... to end.”

PROMPT WORD: "MARCH" brought to you by GirlieOnTheEdge

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