Labradorite Cove | WIP
The wind whistled as the leafs crunched under her boots. Emily Brooks was lost. Even worse, she was lost in a forest while everyone else ate dinner. She was a second year at Labradorite Cove's School for the Unusual (LCSU), but it was her first year there. Emily continued through the forest, her hopes of finding the school fading. Suddenly, a tree began to shake. Violently shaking. Not something the wind could do. Emily stopped. None of the other trees were shaking. She cautiously inched forward, the leafs slowly crunching underfoot. The wind lashed at her nose, legs, and hands. She shivered. The moon came out from behind the clouds, allowing Emily to read a message carved into the tree.
"You have..." she began to read, assuming the words "little time to live" would come next.
"a nice butt." she finished blatantly.
Emily stepped away from the now not-shaking tree, bewildered at the hand carved message.
"You sure do!" the tree said as a ghost poured out of a small hole it had. The ghost glowed in the moonlight. He was decently built and had good bone structure in the face. His face had freckles accompanied by fierce green eyes. All his coloration was faded, but Emily could tell he was a dirty blonde. From the torso down, he was just a wisp (so he had no legs).
"You lost?" the ghost asked quizzically, circling Emily as though he was checking her out.
"No I decided to take a walk while everyone else eats the meal of their lives." Emily responded sarcastically, clearly not amused by this ghost.
The ghost stopped in front of her and smirked.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Henry."
"You have..." she began to read, assuming the words "little time to live" would come next.
"a nice butt." she finished blatantly.
Emily stepped away from the now not-shaking tree, bewildered at the hand carved message.
"You sure do!" the tree said as a ghost poured out of a small hole it had. The ghost glowed in the moonlight. He was decently built and had good bone structure in the face. His face had freckles accompanied by fierce green eyes. All his coloration was faded, but Emily could tell he was a dirty blonde. From the torso down, he was just a wisp (so he had no legs).
"You lost?" the ghost asked quizzically, circling Emily as though he was checking her out.
"No I decided to take a walk while everyone else eats the meal of their lives." Emily responded sarcastically, clearly not amused by this ghost.
The ghost stopped in front of her and smirked.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Henry."
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Keep Henry in mind. He'll turn up in a different piece of writing of mine. Henry is actually being pulled from that other writing (which I haven't written yet) into this WIP.
And I know it's not long but it's something. I'll post another Fox Springs when it's done.
Keep Henry in mind. He'll turn up in a different piece of writing of mine. Henry is actually being pulled from that other writing (which I haven't written yet) into this WIP.
And I know it's not long but it's something. I'll post another Fox Springs when it's done.
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