In My Forest

For all of you who are getting “lost” in your stories this NaNoWriMo, here is a little something for you.  

In My Forest by Marianne Su

My scene wasn’t done.  My character was still lost in the forest.  I shifted in my chair and forced my fingers to tap along the keys, focusing on the clicking sound to keep me awake in the dark room.  My eyes wanted to squint against the cruel glare of my laptop but I forced them open, just a little more.

I needed another cup of coffee.  I reached over to grab the mug off the table beside me.  Half a cup of cold coffee.  Good enough.  I gulped it down.  Caffeine was caffeine.  Besides, making a fresh cup would take precious minutes away from finishing the scene.

Meg’s legs carried her through the forest.  It was getting cold.  I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, lifting my icy feet and burying them in the soft fleece.  I slurped the last drop of cold coffee from the bottom of my mug and kept typing.  Meg was losing hope.  A brisk wind blew hair into my face.  I reached up to sweep it away as disturbed leaves rustled around me.  I spun around, hearing the snapping of twigs under my feet.  Prickling spikes reached for me, taunted me as I raced through the branches, my vision blurred with confusion.  The forest was quiet.  The night was dark.  Like Meg, I was lost.

I had to find a way back.  Pinching my arm didn’t work.  Screaming didn’t work.  I ran.  Out into the clearing I tumbled, tripping and falling onto the soft moss.  The night shone down on me, not with the brilliance of stars but with electronic luminescence.  Words scrolled across the sky.  My words.  I reached up, the distance to the screen not deterring my attempt to reach the only trace of where I belonged.  My scream filled the empty forest as a hand appeared up above, visible through the screen in the sky.  His voice, calling for me, echoed off the trees, so distant.  A click, a shutdown box flashed across the screen.  I screamed a futile protest as the laptop went black, leaving me alone with the dim stars, forever lost in my forest.  


8 Responses to In My Forest

  1. Eeekkk the hell of an inappropriate shut down. NNNNOOOOOO. Nicely done Marianne, a good bit of fun with the twisted author humour, backed with a lot of emotional feeling behind the frustrations.

    Will hopefully get one of my stories finished today. Yay.

  2. Oh, I love it! The story swallows her whole! Good thing it’s not you trapped in there – because you need to finish your book!

  3. I like the way your imagination works, the story was surreal and engaging.

    Not a morale booster for the Nanoers though… unless their stories are set somewhere like Hawaii or Barbados, then it may not be so bad…

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