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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:28 pm
 Whispering WoodMuse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before. One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled, as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; t hey were headed there anyway. When the pair arrive at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found. Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A’s coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they’re alright, wherever they are. Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what’s keeping them bound to these woods. Muse B is a ghost, but doesn’t know it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:02 pm
 Amoria Cain
Her boots crushed minor leaves and small branches as Amoria stepped around, her right hand held her camera steady as she snapped a picture. Perfect! School had finished early for her that day, there was something concerning meetings that she had forgotten about already. Not like her father would be able to go, and her mother obviously couldn't attend. It wasn't like she didn't want them to go, its just that one's dead and the other works until night to get his mind off of it.
The teen didn't even notice where she was going.
However it was safe enough to assume she knew the forest well enough to not get lost, with her easily recalling that nothing happened before in the past. Amoria never believed in ghosts or spirits, so anything that related to that never scared her. It made her feel so silly, to take in the words of the townsfolk as they whispered to each other about the supposed spirits in the forest. She didn't believe it, of course. She had her mother's craving for the arts and her father's coolness, both were wonderful and terrible together. Amoria nearly walked into a tree, which caused her to snap out of her daze and sigh.
The usual happened again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 3:07 pm
 Ben sat underneath the log bridge, his favorite spot in the forest. He had long forgotten what day it was or how long he had been here. He was as much part of this forest now as the Forest was part of him. The only possessions he owned where the cloth on his back and an old guitar that he had forgotten where he had acquired it from. It had a big burn mark on the back of it, but it still played well enough. Something Ben had never lost memory of was music, it's what lifted his spirits on depressing gloomy days. Ben pulled out his guitar and began strumming out the chords to a Nirvana song that made him laugh because of how relevant it was to where he was now. Ben sang the first verse as he strummed the strings on his guitar. "Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings" Ben continued to playing harder, pushing the guitar to its limits while the birds flew out of the trees for fear of the sound. "Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm"
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 3:37 pm
Amoria Cain
As she walked on, she heard a masculine voice and a guitar being played. How interesting! Carefully holding onto her camera, Amoria sprinted over to the log bridge. She was somewhat of a mess, having previously walked into the tips of branches and getting smacked by the leaves.
Amoria tried her best to be quiet, however the snap of a branch came from under her. s**t. Okay, that wasn't intentional at all. All she had to do was be careful next time.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 9:33 pm
Ben stopped playing and looked towards the girl who had nearly tripped in front of him. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone in these woods, let alone a female. Ben wondered if she was even real or if perhaps the woods had finally made him crazy after so long."Are you talking to me?"What a stupid question, there was no one else around, but he had to be sure she was real and not something he had imagined.
"My name is Ben, what's your name?((OOC:Sorry for the short post,, inspiration was hard on this one))
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