Today’s writing prompt was – Light. I chose to write about light in the darkness.
The Forgotten Journey
It was a dark and stormy night. Oh wait, I’ve done that line before. Well, it was darkish, at least, though it was during the day. The storm and night came much later.
I found myself in the middle of the Forgotten Woods. For those of you who have never heard of the Forgotten Woods, I should describe it to you. I was going to say something here, but I forgot what it was.
Anyway, here I stand in the middle of this wooded area. Around me, there are lots of trees. It must be some sort of forest or woods or something. I have no idea how I got here or how to get out of here. This is a problem; I’m sure I should be somewhere else.
It’s good that I have my writing notebook to write down what is happening should I be asked to write about this experience someday.
Drawing a map might be a good idea to track where I have been. As I take out my pencil to begin drawing, I’m astounded at the beauty of all these trees. They all reach high into the sky and diffuse the sunlight so that shadows surround me. If I had my phone, I would have taken a picture of them. But I must have forgotten it at home.
There is a winding path in front of me that I choose to take. Hopefully, that will get me to where I am going.
I can hear the sounds of different kinds of birds chirping and squawking all around me. I bet they’re having a good laugh at my predicament.
I notice that I’m carrying my writer’s notebook. I should write all this down in case someone asks me to write about this experience someday.
Someone must have been in this forest before. I see remnants of pages torn from someone’s notebook along the way, with scribbles that resemble my writing. Either someone is copying my writing style, or I left them there on a previous trip. I should remember that, shouldn’t I?
You know, it’s not a bad idea to leave clues; I might pass this way again. As I go to tear out a page from my writer’s notebook, I discover some pages in my book have been torn out and are missing. I wonder who did that. I would never treat my writer’s notebook like that.
The sun is going down, and my tree area is getting darker. I decide to go toward the sunset, hoping that will get me somewhere I recognize. The path I’m walking on is headed in that direction anyway.
It’s not long before I see a break in the trees. Could this be the end of my journey?
As I leave the Forgotten Woods, some memories begin to return. I remember that I was challenged to go into the woods alone by some friends of mine. I sort of remember starting my journey, but the next thing I recall is coming out of the woods.
Being much wiser now, I circumnavigate the woods to return to my starting point, thus averting any more forgetting.
When I was confronted by my friends who challenged me about my experience, I looked down at my notebook with its torn pages. My response to them was simple. “I’m not going to tell you. I left clues for you all in the forest. It’s up to you to find them and get the answers to your questions. Good Luck.” That was my challenge, or maybe it was payback.
I turned away from them and headed back home. The last I heard, of the five that went in, at least three were still looking for clues.
