Ricebowl 70

  You would feel as the dirt would pull up from the road as you slowly drive your way over to the edge of the forest, tapping against your steering wheel as you smiled to yourself being very happy that you had finally managed to convince Alicia, your girlfriend, to come with you back to your house, away from the shifting leaves of the forest. This wouldn’t be considered a achievement for most people, least of all due to the fact that taking your girlfriend home was the first thing that people did in a relationship, but your relationship wasn’t a typical relationship, least of all because your girlfriend was rather anxious about being seen in town but mostly due to the fact that she had been cursed to live in a twisted form seemingly forever. After she had been cursed she was told to hide within the woods and never return to her family or they would all have been cursed as well which meant that she had to watch her family die from a distance and never interact with anyone until the inve

  When you went walking in the woods searching for legends, you were hardly expecting to see evidence as major as you had, let alone expecting to live in the woods for several months with the legend being slowly nursed to health by her as you would wonder if everyone outside the pines assumed that you were dead. Right now you were resting under the pines, sat on a makeshift chair as a wooden hut leaned to the side of you with the hut itself being carved out of wood, rocks and scrap metal with you being unable to tell it was day or night due to how thick the pine leaves were above you as you would think to many months ago when your entire situation had only just started out.  You had been sitting at your local pub, slowly drinking a cider as you overheard a conversation from a ragged pair of individuals sat in the booth behind you with mere glances before showcasing what a mess the two of them were as they spoke about a legend living in the woods. They talked about a witch living in the

  You could feel a cold shift in the air as you would get back home from work, the warmth of the summer weather seemingly disappearing as you entered your home as if you had just plunged yourself into a different climate with you figuring out that things would get warmer as soon as you walked down the halls. Everything about your house felt odd from the fact that the insides of the house were almost entirely shrouded in darkness due to a lack of windows with even the ones that you did have in high being too small to broadcast any meaningful light whist the back door had way too many locks on it to he just for security reasons with you wondering if the previous occupants weren’t trying to keep something out. Either way, you’d move through the jagged hallways and into the kitchen proper, hearing the sounds of the wooden boards at the edge of the doorway would creek at you walking onto it, placing your bag down with a large slam as you started moving through the contents. As you’d take ou