A dabble in creative writing 9/6/2020

For my first post on this blog I thought I would share a little creative writing piece I wrote. Enjoy this unedited look into my creative mind.

Are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods?

My breath blows foggy in the crisp morning air. I repeat the lyrics to a song I used to listen to all the time. Are we out of the woods yet? It’s been 16 days. I think. I may have lost track of time around day 6 when we lost her. My friend. The only person keeping me sane in the wilderness. Are we in the clear yet? I trudge through fallen leaves and twisted branches and feel the squish of my shoes on the soft, muddy ground. I can hear the breath of my companion, the only one who has managed to survive with me. We thought we were special. We thought we could make a place in the world for ourselves. But we were wrong. I see that now. We should have listened when they told us not to go to the woods in the middle of the night. We should have listened when they told us we were wrong and we should just follow the rules. I just keep walking. They will never know they were right and we were wrong. Wait. Is that the end up ahead? I see the forest start to thin and the darkness grow lighter. I walk faster and faster. Hope blooms for a fateful second before it diminishes. It’s a cliff. All that walking, for a cliff. Should I jump? Should I end this endless walk through misty woods?