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Creative Writing: The Small Shack In The Woods

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Another chilly night crept upon the forest. She could tell that a storm was about to come; the trees were constantly scratching the outer walls of her cage, swung by a howling wind that sneaked into the darkness of her room through a broken window. The noise was actually soothing; better than sitting in maddening silence, really. The coldness of the air that settled around her made her curl into a small ball. Her bare feet screamed not only for cloth and warmth, but yearned to feel the soft ground that was surely moist from the rains that were falling more often than not in this time of year. Though they would be cold in both ways, at least the latter would mean two things; no more dark… and no more captivity. The very thought of the incoming …show more content…

Which youngling wouldn’t be excited to spend some times in the woods, away from the noisy town and boring school? Rare ones, indeed. But none of them could ever think of, let alone wish for, to stay inside the shack forever. And that first night she spend in the shack, that first time she realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, was the first time her world shattered to pieces. Even now she couldn’t get used to it. She could feel palpitations and goose bumps coming up on the very thought that he would come again, do it again, then leave her alone once more to suffer. His heartlessness was something she could never understand. He acted as if she was a puppet, a play toy he could test all his perverse desires and test the limits of her body and his strengths. When he would cross the line, she usually got some medications, a few days of rest and a bit more food than usual. To him it probably seemed as reparation, not healing. Then, once healed, the atrocious circle would be restored. It was quite painful and terrifying at first, but the shadows were calm and silent back then. Her dreams offered her comfort and escape; not even the window could offer her a way out, its bars carefully sealing the only possible way out, but gave her a sense of time at

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