The Forest Of Regrets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

There are always 2 sides to a story.

ROUGES By: AKking

The last few rays of the sun peeked over the mountain tops as the magenta sky started to turn a dark black. Small stars could be seen glittering in the sky like diamonds and the moon slowly rose bathing the tree’s in silver light. The warm day air is slowly turning into a biting cold and the flowers that once bloomed were now concealing their presents. There was a man, laying in the grass. Silent not saying a word.

As the man laid there with his blood slowly coloring the grass a crimson red he wondered if his death could have been avoided, he wondered how his kids would take the news, he wondered if his descendants would live in peace thanks to him. With that last thought a cold breeze wafted down the forest. The next day the grass had been flattened were he lay, the next week the animals and grubs had eaten most of his flesh from bone, my the next month the grass had covered his now bare bones, and in the next year he had been broken and trampled, after 10 years the only thing that was left was his teeth dirty and fractured. Although his children suffered and his death was seen as a tragedy his bones and flesh were spread throughout the forest, nurturing it, feeding it, helping it grow. Some say that if you go to that forest you can see the spirit of the man taking care of the trees and flowers. And some say if you travel to the very center of the forest where the trees seem to bend and warp and the flowers are all a crimson red they say you can find a tree with a hole in the center, in which can be found 12 slowly decaying teeth.

A cold wind blew across the forest as the woman took am and then pulled the trigger, a small *ping* and then science. Just like that another target down, another job done, more money, more food. As she de-constructs her gun she wonders what her husband is doing, she wonders if the kids are in bed, she prays that she’ll finally be able to buy a proper meal for her family. When she arrives home she finds her kids sleeping peacefully in bed but her husband missing. She shrugs it off as him just working late. “In the morning he’ll be so surprised at all the food I was able to buy” she says with a smile as she tucks herself into bed. The next day he didn't show up, by the next week she was distraught staying up all night looking for him, by the next month she had given up and hid in there room holding his shirts and crying, by the end of the year she had lost most of her hair, lost all hope, and had lost all compassion. She continued being an assassin but no matter how much money she brought home and no matter how many things she could buy for her kids she was never the same. By 10 years she had given up hope and one day fled into the woods a couple miles away. While out there she tossed her gun into the river and then proceeded to walk until she couldn't anymore. She collapsed in a bed of scarlet flowers, soon night came and swallowed up the sun. As she lay there in the bed of flowers she thought about her beloved and cried. As her tears streamed down onto the flowers the flowers turned a light pink. And then as if a whisper from an old man she heard “why do you cry dear?”

She leaps to her feet recognizing her beloved voice! But to her dismay she saw nothing but darkness. As if the trees and flowers themselves were whispering words as beautiful as honey “My love, don't cry for I have gone, smile for that I have been. My death was inevitable but you are still alive, don't waste it moping around, spend it with the ones you love” and just as it had come the voice had gone. More tears flew down her face but this time instead of a frown a smile crept up her lips. Some say that you could hear her lips squeak because they had not been in anything other than a frown for the past 10 years. She left the forest and as she took one last look at it a gust of wind blew down from the mountains the crimson and pink flowers took the form of a man waving goodbye. With that the woman went back to her home to find her once small children had now grown and were almost adults. After a year her hair had started to grow back and her smile never faded. Every year her and her children and eventually her children's children would all go to the forest and have a family picnic. It is said on that day the flowers bloom the brightest and the tree’s spread the most shade.


Submitted: February 17, 2021

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