Creative Writing: The Secrets Of Bounty Woods

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The Secrets of Bounty Woods I hadn’t seen my mom in seven years; my dad says she left us because we were holding her back from what she wanted in life. I don’t believe him, my mother wasn’t that kind of person. But maybe my dad knew her in a different way, he doesn’t like talking about her. He isn’t around much to talk to though, he’s normally working on some big project. So I pretty much take care of myself. Our house is right by the edge of the woods, most people in our town think the woods are dangerous, that they hold untold secrets. To me Bounty Woods is a place I can go to clear my mind and simply think. I hate being confined to the small space of my house, and all indoor spaces for that matter. I often find myself surround by people …show more content…

“Maybe I should go back” I said taking one last glance, at the strange woods surrounding me, before turning to leave. Just then I heard a loud snap and I whipped around to see where it came from. I held my breath as my eyes darted from the ground to the trees. Then something caught my attention, through the trees I saw the reflection of the sunset, in a lake. “Huh, I never knew this was out here” I said walking towards it. When I got to the edge of the lake I got a really strange feeling, like I shouldn’t be here. But I ignored it and explored the shore. The sunset began to fade and the water looked an abnormal, greenish black color now. I sat down in the cold sand and threw pebbles into the water. I wondered how I never knew about this place and why this strange feeling wouldn’t go away, I’d been alone in these woods hundreds of times. Why was I now so aware of how alone I was? Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw movement in the water, I jerked my head up and my senses went on high alert. It felt like someone was standing behind me but when I turned to look there was nothing. “I have got to get out of here” I said under my breath as I started up the bank to go back home. I was just about to run for the house when I heard a

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