Writing Prompt: Day 111

111.jpgDay 111 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a lost character.

Erin: I don’t know what I want to do with my life. All I know is that this place I have ended up is pure torture. Somewhere along the line I made a wrong turn. I’m not sure which one it was or where I made it, but I am determined to undo my mistake. I will too, once I decide where to start.

Shannon: “We’ve been here before,” my friend, Jenna, pointed out solemnly.

“How would you know that every place we go looks the same,” I argued.

“I made a mark on this tree,” she pointed at her distinct carving. “I thought you might be leading us in a circle. Are we lost?”

I was about ready to take one more round of searching before I let her in on the panic, but she already seemed pretty calm. “Yeah I think we might be, but we just need to find a road and get out of the woods. It’s just getting so dark and it’s so quiet. Do you have idea what direction we should try next?”

She was still calm, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“You get us lost and don’t mention it, because you didn’t want to worry me,” she reviewed my logic out loud. “You don’t get to drag somebody down with you without giving them all the facts,” she was angry, but I knew it wasn’t just about being lost. “What if I knew how to get out at some point? Then I could have saved us both, but I got caught up in your mess?”

“I’m sorry,” I spoke genuinely, “but did actually know where we were at some point?”

“We’ll never know.” She glared at me before walking off into the direction she wanted try next.

Where in the world is your character?

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  1. Eliza’s heart was pounding so loud she feared the monsters lurking just out of sight in the shadows could smell the blood pumping through her fragile body. There was something eerily familiar about the path she strolled along; something that sent shivers up her spine and put a horrible, dry taste in her mouth. Above her auburn curls, a lone crow shrieked in the afternoon sunshine, rays setting its sleek feathers alight with brilliant blue hues, and it inclined toward the nervous figure. When she turned to look at it with her eyes big as dinner plates, it was already wheeling away in defiance of her interest.
    Behind her, a branch cracked and she instinctively spun, walking stick outstretched to fend off any ill-meaning creatures, but the trail was empty save a chickadee hopping about in a peaceful search for any scraps of food it could fine. Chuckling at her silliness, Eliza glanced down at her cell phone and huffed loudly; according to the blinking screen she was still on the path she was supposed to be on, but she still hadn’t reached the first fork in the road. After passing two, taking a left and right respectively as she recalled at orientation, she was feeling a bit lost having no more information about where she was going.
    When another crow passed by overhead, though it could have been the same one as before since they all had beady little eyes, she stiffened and tapped on the tiny signal icon. A large warning popped up as she did, declaring she was out of range; that explained, unfortunately, why she seemed to be on the right path. In actual fact, the screen had been showing her location as the same place for easily an hour.
    She stayed still for a long while, so long that the shadows crept up the tree canopies noticeably, and attempted to steady her skipping heartbeat. There were strange figures wandering among the trunks if she squinted just right, and the ridiculous observations of an overactive imagination didn’t do her pursuit of peace of mind any favours. On the deepening trail that took a sharp turn before her, someone or something called brazenly and smashed through the forest without much thought and put Eliza’s survivalist mind to the test. Crouching low to the ground, she closed her weary eyes and listened intently to discern the direction the commotion was headed.
    Deciding it was making its way toward her, she began to recall the analog directions she’d been given and her pulse quickened again. Somewhere along the way, she definitely made a wrong turn, but couldn’t remember which instruction she’d ignored. Either she took a right when she ought to have gone left or should have gone straight when she took a steep left turn. The paths merged together in her mind and became an unmanageable tangle of greying branches, piles of multi-coloured leaves and fierce forest-dwelling animals.
    Without a proper idea of a heading, she started to backtrack, hoping beyond any semblance of hope that the terrible noises she was hearing were from her own team and not the creatures that called this place home. The forest wasn’t somewhere you wanted to get lost these days; whether it be the pitch darkness of night or fading shadows of day.


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