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Hey-ho, ShortStorians,
It's time for this week's drabble.
"A single footprint in the fresh snow leads into the woods." In exactly 100 words, share with us what this is about.
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_YourFavoriteCrime_
@ShortStory "Do you hear that?" whispered Aelira vigilantly, stopping in her tracks. The single footprint in the snow seemed to beckon into the dark forest. "Nothing," muttered Draven, his hand resting tensely on the dagger at his belt. "That's exactly the problem. Since when has it been this quiet around here?" Aelira nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on the snowcovered treetops. "It feels as if the forest is watching us." Draven chuckled dryly, though his voice was hoarse. "Maybe it is. After what happened last week, I wouldn't be surprised." An icy wind swept suddenly through the silence. The footprint waited.
Maratellsstories
@ShortStory Snow storm raged through the night and in the morning Kaya was gone. I could see her footprints on the freshly fallen snow leading into the dark forest that surrounded our village. It didn't matter. No one was foolish enough to enter those woods even with the sun high in the sky. "Ice took her" whispered people but I refused to accept it, even if it was true. She was my best friend. So when everyone started to pretend that she never existed believing that calling her name will bring the dead back. I started to prepare for a journey.
polowhed297
@ShortStory An invitation. An instruction. Just one outlined from the whites of fresh snow leading to the depths of unseen woods. Trees looming above, a warning to avoid screamed to run; don't follow the extruded steps, leave and begone. The winds whispered with harsh collisions among the looming beams of wood; heeding nature's warning with no choice but to part. But two more were planted. A new request. Another had been placed, another then another till the woods was empty once again, waiting for a fresh step to be placed after the cold unfeeling flakes. A new temptation. A new game.
