I’m alone in
the forest of Trees as Tall as Men (or Men as Tall as Trees). I
wandered down that small dirt road to the lake. I didn’t have any
tubes or rafts or books or chairs. It was large and calm and clear.
It was beautiful out, but the Foul Wind was blowing harder than a
hurricane.
I saw more shadowy monsters in the
trees. They imitated the forms of humans. They looked like Jared and
Emily and Lori, but they didn’t. They were long and short and stiff
and rubbery.
Monsters are only as real as you
believe them to be.
“You do not exist.” I casted, and
they disappeared.
More replaced them. They appeared
faster than I could will them away. The shadowy monsters grew and
grew until the Trees as Tall as Men (or Men as Tall as Trees) were no
longer in sight.
Monsters are only as real as you
believe them to be.
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