The Forest Etude

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What began as a routine writing exercise has now become one of the many short stories I have composed. A few days ago I thought up a random scenario to write about, which happened to be a "man lost in a forest," and it flourished into this.

So yes, this is the summary: A man is lost in a forest. Read on!

It had been a long time since I’d lost all sense of direction. The sun was hanging precariously above the sky like a flimsy chandelier, threatening to collapse on top of me at any given moment, telling me it would soon crash down and render my already inept sense of direction inexplicably dark. I gave my brass compass a glance. Still, it was as useless as my very own sense of direction, impeded by neglect for common navigational practices, which I would have learned had I taken outdoor education with the rest of the jocular forest types. Maybe I had at some point, but if that was the case, I’d evidently forgotten. I gave the glossy surface of my compass a flick and returned it to one of my many pockets, defeated.

The setting sun continued its descent into obscurity, behind the prickly pine trees and mountainous panorama to the west of my current standing. It’s difficult to put an exact time frame to the number of painstaking days I’ve been wandering, as a large expanse of the forest I now find myself trapped within spends most of its time bathed in darkness, due to the extraordinarily large trees that served as a veritable wall between me and civilized society. I say civilized because it is very apparent that I’m not alone – the forest was lively with the melody of life both day and night, whether it be the dissonant song of birds unknown to me, or the baying of wolves and wily coyotes, the latter of the two being known to harbor an unquenchable hunger for human flesh if their appetite was right.

All I had at my disposal was a broken compass, a set of keys in which the keychain-sized compass was affixed to, a plastic button that popped off of my now defunct button-up t-shirt, a book bag, and a wallet filled with rectangular slabs of plastic and multi-coloured paper slips with numbers and people etched into them. The most useful of these items happened to be the tiny plastic button, and that’s only because I have come to think of it as a good luck charm.How I landed myself in this situation, I must admit, is still a complete mystery to me. You see, my memory has been tampered with by nature. A few days ago, or at least what I perceive to be a few days ago, I awoke in this very forest with a reeling headache and a violent dose of nausea. Beside my head lay a jagged, bloody rock, and from there I’m sure you can piece together the rest of the story. I pulled out my wallet almost instinctively and inspected my identification card, so the only useful information floating around my head for the time being, aside from man’s natural instincts, is my name, which is Elliott Burton. Since then, I’ve been wandering aimlessly, searching for any indication of my whereabouts, and hoping to holy hell that I’m not the only bipedal mammal with a large, rational brain in the vicinity of this maze-like forest. Perhaps there were people searching for me somewhere out there, and perhaps they could tell me more about myself.

With this in mind, I reluctantly continued my search. Up until I lost my memory, I imagined that I was fabulously well-to-do, and that I’d been fed very well as a result, but now my only source of nutrition were the various berries and mushrooms I found scattered about, and even the very grass I tread on, when my hunger became desperate enough. I am far too inept to hunt and ensnare any wild game that may roam this forest, and I’m much too afraid to start learning. So instead, I wandered about looking for rotten tree stumps or piles of manure in which to procure mushrooms of various types, stuffing them in to my book bag, hoping that nature has the mercy to spare me of anything poisonous or unfriendly to the finicky palate of a human being. So far I’d been very lucky, as the fuzzy parts of my memory sometimes tell me that there are worse fates out there than the bitter taste of raw mushrooms. To my delight, I’d sometimes come across mushrooms that bore a striking resemblance to white coral. They possessed a very meaty taste, which kept my sanity tidy and reserved. These thoughts and more ran their course as I picked those very same mushrooms, shuffling them in to my diminishing supply, as food had been scarce lately. My hands were caked in earth and general filth, and I was almost relieved to be alone, as the stench emanating from my body was profound and offensive. After picking mushrooms to my satisfaction, I continued west-bound through the thicket of branches and wildly growing grass, allowing the sharp branches to dig in to my flesh and rend my skin, where I used to avoid them like the plague. I seldom spoke, because there was nobody to speak to, and I often treated my mind like a classy fountain pen and a genuine leather-bound journal, and this often lead me to believe that before my accident I had an affinity for writing.

“I’ll be there soon,” I murmured to myself uncharacteristically, pretending that I was making good progress, even if I consciously understood that I wasn’t. As I pressed on, one foot trudging after the other with renewed strength, the path opened up into a clearing, and the violent wish-wash of a river became eerily recognizable as it came into sight. Upon approaching the rapids, I bent my knees and scooped up a handful of the cold, wet liquid and splashed my face a few times, then my chestnut-brown hair, and finally various other parts of my body that needed washing. I then funneled some of the cool liquid into my mouth, thirstily, as it was the first time in many days that I’d come across a body of water that wasn’t stagnant and teeming with bacteria. I could tell my body was thanking me. A random fact then struck my mind, one that I had forgotten upon hitting my head: The human body can last at least a month without food, and only three days without water. If I hadn’t occasionally consumed those little purple berries I’d been finding, I’d probably be a future compost heap on the forest floor right about now.

So I lifted my head from my wish-washy savior, and just as I was about to spring to my feet and continue alongside the white rapids, the image of a woman caught the attention of my peripheral vision. My head snapped in her direction; across the river in the far distance stood a light-skinned, slender woman, completely nude and still, with only her long feathery hair tastefully covering her breasts. “Elliott,” she cooed, still as the pine tree beside her. She cooed again. “Elliott…” I was completely taken aback. I tried desperately to think of something to shout back to this strikingly beautiful woman, but it kept coming out in awkward gurgles and stutters. So instead I waved both of my arms at her, and when I did she slowly turned in place and ran off, tip-tapping away, as if she were as light as air.

“Hey,” I shouted, “Where are you going? Wait!” Even so, she continued to sprint in the opposite direction, and it didn’t take long before I was pursuing her. I ran along the river’s edge until the river was narrow enough to leap to the other side, and when I did I quickly sprinted into the expanse of forest in which she retreated.“Where the hell could she have vanished to?” I spit, out of breath and angry that my energy hadn’t yet replenished itself. My sprint demoted itself to a brisk walk, and then diminished to a slow trot as I tried desperately to catch my breath. I then sat on a nearby tree that had probably fallen due to the previous night’s colossal gusts, balling my fists and cursing my rotten luck. It had been a long time since I’d touched somebody, let alone spoken to them. The womanly figure in the clearing was perhaps the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, even if my memory had failed me. Just as I was about to slam my fist into the rough bark exterior of the downed pine tree, however, a melodic laughter carried itself on the quiet breeze, and in an instant I knew it had to be her. With a renewed burst of energy I jumped to my feet and continued along the path, ignoring the branches whipping at my eyes and face. Her laughter became louder and louder, and as it did it became more and more sinister, until I came upon yet another clearing in the forest, where I had at long last caught up with the most beautiful woman in the world, though now she was completely silent. She stood there with a coy smile, and as I went to approach her, she raised her hand. “Stop,” she commanded. So I did. She took a few steps back until she was near the other end of the clearing, and then she stopped as well. “Why do you keep running from me?” I asked. “Who are you?” My heart sunk when I was met with silence. Her smile had also completely vanished. “Are you all alone?” I asked. “Are you lost, like me? What happened to your clothes?” Still, there was no answer. I bit my lower lip until it bled and I started to edge towards her once again, her face turning sour as though she’d sunk her teeth in to a lemon. I was about to ask her another useless question and was interrupted by a loud, piercing shriek; my ear-drums felt like they were going to rupture, and like a reflex I cupped my ears to dilute the sound that was offending my most delicate of sensibilities. Sets of glowing, green eyes activated like high-beams behind her, and from the thickets a pack of large, slobbering wolves emerged, standing at her side defensively with threatening snarls.

“Watch out!” I shouted as a sickly adrenaline rush struck me, and it immediately occurred to me that it was a foolish and grave decision to make. Still, I bolted in her direction to rescue her from the hungry, ravenous beasts, and as I did the pack of wolves reacted in kind, one of them diving at me and hurling me to the ground with its gargantuan weight. I had the wind knocked out of me, and I was reeling from the blow to the stiff, unforgiving ground, but still I pushed away at the beast as it snapped at my neck hungrily, every now and again looking off to the side to see the most beautiful woman in the world, who now looked haggard and malicious, grinning and bearing her wolf-like fangs, as though she was incredibly pleased. She looked hungry, too.“Help me! For the love of God, make them stop!” I managed to plead, though it came out as more of a squeak than a scream. She lifted her finger and pointed in my direction, and for a moment she had lifted my hopes, but they came crashing down the moment the rest of the feral wolves began to ascend upon me. Their sharp fangs and claws dug into my flesh like a hot knife through butter, tearing strips and flanks out of me, opening wounds and feasting from them, the pain excruciating. My vision began to blur as the ugliest woman in the world approached me, her skin now sallow and scabby, and I could’ve sworn that I heard her laugh, as she reached into my pocket and confiscated my lucky button.

The world went dark.

My eyelids fluttered lazily, allowing intrusive beams of light to leak in. A butterfly landed on my nose, tickling me until I sneezed loudly. Fingers curled, I felt the ground for stability and to gather my bearings. I smacked my lips a few times; my mouth was bone-dry, and my throat wasn’t feeling much better. I sat up, blinked once, then twice. For some reason, I couldn’t remember anything. “Where am I?” I carefully scanned the area. “Who am I?” I let my hands feel my face, drinking in the familiar details. There was an empty book bag sitting on my lap. “What happened to my head…?” I questioned myself, noting the jagged, bloody rock that sat beside me. I instinctively reached into my back pocket, retrieved my wallet, and sifted through it for any viable information. Inside there was some money, a debit card, a credit card, and an identification card. It was entitled to an “Elliott Burton.” That was me.

All I could think of to do, like clockwork, was to stand up, gather what I thought belonged to me, and search the area for any familiar signs; for anything to help me remember who I really was and how I ended up here in the first place. As I walked along, I dropped my hand in to my pocket, and felt something familiar. I pulled it out, saw that it was a plastic button, and for some reason I felt that I was lucky to possess such a handsome thing. I returned it to its rightful place, and disappeared into the vast forest surrounding me, confident that I would find my way out soon.

In the distance, I could hear the baying of wolves.

Submitted: October 15, 2009

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I love it!.It's really good and well spoken.:)


Fri, October 16th, 2009 1:03am


Thank-you for your time. (: I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thu, October 15th, 2009 9:06pm


Wow that was good. Unlike me (lol) you're grammar and sentence structure are impeccable. Keep up the good work!

Fri, October 16th, 2009 3:09pm


Bah! You do fine with grammar and sentence structure! No worries!
Thanks, though. I'm glad you enjoyed. (:

Fri, October 16th, 2009 12:00pm


I like it! Love your word choices, gives us as readers great imagery. Very well-written.

Fri, October 16th, 2009 3:22pm


Thanks! I appreciate it.

Fri, October 16th, 2009 12:01pm


This was brilliant. Clear, concise, coherent, eloquent, and detailed! Love it!

Sat, October 17th, 2009 5:56am


Thanks! Hey, it really means a lot. :P

Fri, October 16th, 2009 10:59pm

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Not to mention he's at his edifying best.

Sat, October 17th, 2009 12:50pm


Thank ye, thank ye!

Sat, October 17th, 2009 11:25am


Wow that was so good! It was funny and it drew me in! I loved it and the amount of detail you used was brilliant! Your very talented, please tell me if you write anything else because i would love to read it! :) fairiegirl x x x

Sun, October 18th, 2009 5:36pm


Absolutely! Thank-you, you're too kind. ;P

Sun, October 18th, 2009 8:48pm


Wow, that was amazing! Great detail and choice of words?

Sun, October 18th, 2009 7:35pm


Thank-you, thank-you! (:

Sun, October 18th, 2009 8:47pm



Most exciting and well written. Carries the reader along. Great writing and presentation of text.

Gave it an "I Like It" vote. As with your other posting. Well deserved in both cases.

Thank you for becoming a fan. Most appreciative.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Sun, October 18th, 2009 9:48pm


No, thank-you Ed, for your time and gracious comments. (: They are most appreciated.

Sun, October 18th, 2009 8:47pm


Amazingly well written. And the ending just made me think 'wow', that's it. It was perfect. I got that feeling that you get once you've watched a really good sci-fi movie. You don't understand but it makes you think about things in a way that you usually don't. I also want to add that your descriptions are extraordinary. You definitely have talent. :)


Thu, October 22nd, 2009 7:41am


What a wonderful comment. (: Thank-you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed this piece. I made the ending the way I did so people would do just that - wonder about what it could possibly mean, and come to their own conclusions. ;P You know, the whole "lasting impression" element.

Thank-you for your time!

Thu, October 22nd, 2009 8:54am

translingual writer 79

That was extraordinary. I really liked it. : ) Can you check out my story whenever you can? I need criticism. Thanks Mahglazzies!

Fri, October 23rd, 2009 10:54am


Thank-you very much. (:

And absolutely! I'll try giving it a read later on today, after I get off work. :P

Fri, October 23rd, 2009 1:10pm

UnKnown Surveillance

I really look up to you. :)
Everything.. i mean EVERYTHING.. i read from you, just leaves me speechless.
It's amazing.
(even though i know you will!!)

Fri, October 23rd, 2009 9:59pm


Thanks! You really do me too much honor. (: I promise you, I'll keep writing.

Sat, October 24th, 2009 12:34am


What can I say that hasn't already been said? Your work is excellent and I enjoyed every second of reading it.
Keep me updated on when you have more please. I loved it.

Sun, October 25th, 2009 1:08am


Thank-you very much! I promise to do that very thing.

Sat, October 24th, 2009 6:14pm

RH Matthews

A good read, and very descriptive. (:

Sun, October 25th, 2009 6:10pm


Thank-you. :D

Sun, October 25th, 2009 11:43am


Simply amazing! The details were wonderful and I couldn't stop reading. =] I could see everything perfectly in my head while I was reading it. I look forward to you posting more stories.

Mon, October 26th, 2009 12:03am


Thank-you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it, you do me too much honor. (:

Sun, October 25th, 2009 8:14pm

Luden Forge

Very entertaining and well written. I have to say, I was hooked after the first paragraph. It was very descriptive, but not too much so, with an energy about it that told me I'd be missing out if I didn't continue. Very good work.

Tue, October 27th, 2009 7:03pm


Thanks Luden, I'm glad you appreciated it. (:

Wed, October 28th, 2009 11:29am

Sanveno Bierriez

I love the was so detailed. The last sentence was also quite fitting, as was the title. It's good to see that you are one of the writers who takes quite delicate care with spelling and grammer, and for that i applaud you. ^_~ normally this is the part where i start critisizing various places which could have been written better, but you haven't made many mistakes which i can pick out XD Very good work.The only part which was slightly iffy to me was
"I pulled it out, saw that it was a plastic button, and for some reason I felt that I was lucky to possess such a handsome thing."
I guess it really depends on the reader, but it struck me as strange to describe the button as handsome in this situation. It wouldn't be my choice of word.
Other than that, i loved reading this piece of writing. Keep up the good work.

Wed, October 28th, 2009 8:36am


Thanks! Great comment, I appreciate it a lot when people say more than "Good work!" or "I liked it! Come read my stuff now!"

The reason I used the word "handsome" to describe it is, I must say, out of personal preference. The word handsome has its many uses, or at least it used to. In a lot of Kurt Vonnegut's novels he uses descriptive words like that, so maybe its use is a bit outdated in that context, but I pride myself on describing things in funny but valid ways. :P

Thank-you for taking the time to review my portfolio, I will happily do the same for you.

Wed, October 28th, 2009 11:32am


that was exelent, your grammer and punctuation was amazing

Thu, December 3rd, 2009 8:31am


Thank-you! (:

Thu, December 3rd, 2009 8:30pm


Incredible work. A very dark and mysterious piece. The ending was bleak, and pleased me to the bone. You are a truly talented author, and i look forward to perhaps reading some of your other works if they are just as well, if not better, than this gem.

Tue, December 8th, 2009 3:45am


Thanks for taking the time to read this piece.

I'm glad you appreciate my work, since it's a bit of an... acquired taste. You will be pleased to find out that the rest of my work is tailored the same way, because I'm a fan of darker tales myself.

Mon, December 7th, 2009 8:52pm


well well well very well written. im starting to write a book, and althogh its not done, i notice we have kind of theh same style. i love it. imagery, detail, its a beautfullllllll thing. be proud.

Fri, December 11th, 2009 10:51am


Is that so? I'll have to check out your work as soon as possible, in that case. Detail is wonderful. (: Thanks for taking the time to read this piece, I'm glad that you did.

Tue, December 15th, 2009 1:47pm


Eh... Wow. This is an amazing piece of work. Love it. Good job. Please drop by my page and read the new poem that i wrote, 'Succubus'. It's for a mythical/fantasy contest so please let me know of what u think of it. Thank u. ^_^

Thu, December 17th, 2009 3:39pm


Will do! Thanks.

Thu, December 17th, 2009 11:08pm

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