The Whispering Woods
By Depla Palmer
The rough black sticky branches looked like big black tentacles on an upside down angry octopus. The pointy stems of grass dug into my sore feet like needles taking out chunks of skin for a DNA test. The whispering wind made my ears ring like a little triangle going DING! DING! I took two steps forward only to get chucked in a boiling hot cauldron by a wicked witch who snuck up behind me.
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