Pixie Ring

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

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Another exercise from my creative writing course. This one was on description. :)

Mother always taught me to keep to the path, and be weary of the shadows.
‘The woods can change you’ she would tell me in her hushed, solemn tone, ‘You walk in as right as rain, but when you come out you’ll be as mad as a hatter.’ But much, much worse than that, you might never step out of that great prison of pine.
The winds sharp breath cut a path into the fallen leaves and pushed me along it, blowing away my childhood memories. The air was perfumed with pine and damp earth, and its freshness filled my lungs as I counted the various shades of reds and oranges, skipping carelessly along my preordained route that snaked between the ominous woods.
Footprints from years of fellow travellers still marked the public footpath, and towering trees loomed on either side, closely set to bar out the mystery within.
The smell of autumn clung to every leaf and gust of wind. Nodding a sad farewell to the last fragments of summer, I looked up to the sky. The sickly pale sun smiled down on me, its warmth too weak to reach me from its great distance, and so to compensate it, cast dancing shadows at my feet, keeping my straying gaze from the darkness on either side of me.
I stopped to pick up a small stone and threw it into the air, watching it fall before thrusting out a hand and catching it quickly, but growing tired I threw it into the depths of the forest and continued to skip light-heartedly. I had barely made it ten paces before I was struck on the side of the head and on looking down I found the very same stone gleaming in the sunlight, mocking me for my pathetic squeal of surprise.  Shocked and afraid, I stumbled faster along the path, my curiosity burning in my chest.
From the corner of my eye I watched the sunlight break through the swaying branches and illuminate the dust that swirled around the dark stems. The dust that fairies leave behind that glitters gold and then vanishes with the light.
Hypnotised by that evanescent beauty and forgetting my fear, I stepped from the well trodden path of my predecessors and was instantly caught in a furious gale that blinded me with tears. Tripping, I fell within the boundaries of the forest, and the wind howled, shrieked and shook the trees with such violence that what couldn’t bend broke, and I was showered with offerings from my injured friends.
I pulled myself up with a smile of defiance and continued deeper into that great green cathedral where the shining eyes of the wary birds followed me from the safety of their watchtowers.
The world within welcomed me graciously. Giant ferns stretched and pirouetted, stroking my cheeks and arms before pointing me in the direction of a small clearing. The dry leaves woke with a start as I entered that pixie ring, and spiralled dizzily around me until I was caught up in their madness and spun on my heels, closing my eyes tight and laughing with the birds that squawked and cheered. When the fun died down and the dancers scattered I stumbled deeper into the woods, feeling light and giddy. I sat myself down and leaned against the trunk of an old tree, and on looking around I released a short burst of laughter, feeling safe within the surrounding insanity.


Submitted: November 13, 2010

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Da Rae

This is really good writing. Good description too!
Da Rae

Sun, December 5th, 2010 8:07am

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Thanks :)

Tue, December 7th, 2010 3:03am

LupusSteppe

A fascinating image of the primeval symbols of insanity. Or madness as it would have been named when the faeries roamed the forests. I think many of us would like to step off that path, but are terrified of what we will find.

Great writing

Sat, May 7th, 2011 11:45am

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I choose to leave to path every day. :) thanks for Reading.

Mon, May 9th, 2011 4:59am

LupusSteppe

Do you always want to return to the path again though?

Sat, May 14th, 2011 4:55am

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Of course not. Paths are rather boring on the whole. It's a shame really that they're necessary to get places.

Sun, May 15th, 2011 11:01am

brucek

i sense you live in an amazing world. your writing is just saturated with lushness. so rich. wow.

Sun, May 15th, 2011 1:06pm

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We all live in an amazing world, it's just hard to see sometimes through all of the shitiness of life.

Sun, May 15th, 2011 11:04am

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