Behind Trees

By Derek K.

In search of joy, humans always tend to overcome the fear of trespassing, the feeling of being in the absolute wrong place.
It lurks in one's familiar with such sensations and, in the end, becomes part of the wicked, vile, and pure evil that woke up at the moment you were trying to go past it unnoticed.
When one's curiousness peaks up, everything molds together behind the trees, ready to clinch its teeth into their basic idea of knowing what and who they've become once they anxiously join the celebration within the woods.
Turning back doesn't seem to fit or even help them anymore.
It was cracking its bones. It sounded high up.
Something was moving from above them, above the trees, something gigantic. It made them hold their breath, forget what was yelling for, and forget about Elliot being there. It was looking down at them and exhaling. In a way, it made them think it was annoyed, tired? No one was sure.
They weren't sure about many things after what was seen, locked up in their heads to remember forever. To wrap around their hearts when the dance of the witch lefts them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Derek K.
• Release date: May 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005689094

Derek K.

Hello! I am an aspiring writer whose biggest dream is to write a psychological thriller. I find them the most impressive masterpiece. I am writing for the simple reason of curiosity. What can the human mind manufacture, traveling in its imagination, maybe to give life to everything or take it away?Writing it's pure playing. You have to make it your own tremendous adventure.

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BEHIND TREES

DEREK K.

BEHIND TREES

DEREK K.

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I am writing for the simple reason of curiosity. What can the human mind manufacture, traveling in its imagination, maybe to give life to everything or take it away?

Writing it is pure playing.

Peeking wasn't something I used to be doing, but the more it happened, the less my anxiety joined. It's like stealing. I guess how a first-time robber would feel. In a way, that's what I was doing, moments that weren't mine, things I wasn't supposed to have.

But it becomes a nasty habit. It makes you fall into absurd professionalism, maybe even addiction.

Even our steps all over the stairs didn't make her look to see who was outside. We moved fast to a sudden stop when I hit the ground in my black boots straight into the mud, disturbing some earthworms. It rained for sure last night. I look back, feeling someone's uneasiness.

What's the matter? he frowned in distaste, looking at those small creatures crawling slowly on the soaked ground.

Ugh, move along already.

Get over it. What did you see?

I haven’t seen shit because you kept squirming around, barely noticed us anyway.

"I think she's planning for