This is an excerpt of a fictional work that was started from a visual writing prompt within "Where Does The Writing Start?"
Alone and confused, Lyla found herself in a part of the forest she never thought existed. It was extremely beautiful but incredibly haunting at the same time. Tall trees, with their dark mossed-covered trunks, arched over a loose dirt pathway. Dewy green leaves created walls on either side of a—the outside world easily lost behind the emerald sea. She walked slowly as her bare feet skimmed across the cold and mushy ground. Her stomach twisted within her gut as an eerie sense of familiarity wafted around her, but no matter how hard she tried she could not stop herself from walking deeper into the forest.
There was a soft chill among the shadows while a warm light sparkled down through gaps between branches and leaves. Flutters and whistles whispered from up above as leaves danced against each other and wiggled with the gentle breeze. She wrapped her arms tightly around her chest as she dared herself to only look forward. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched in the distance, but she forced herself to ignore what may be lurking beside her. Further up the path, as the archway turned more into a tunnel of trees, sunlight shined brightly against the lonely woods. But as her heart quickened with hope of escape, despair smothered her as she realized there were only more trees passed the light. She was trapped within an endless line of arching trees with branches ready to reach down and snatch her.
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