maya.t (Australia) published:
The moon seemed to pass at snails pace, tip-toeing along as to not awake the stars. The trees grew in envy, trying to reach the light, but twisted in a scowl of wiry branches. The leaves were righteous, too good for the trees, so they fell with dignity in a spiral of grace. An untimely yet dignified end.
There was something about the forest after dusk that unsettled Toby Creighton. The trees were jail-bars, and the night mere chains that...
12 months ago