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The witch in the bog

A sense of dread has come

as I step into the eerie bog.

A calm so blissfully strange,

of a creature hiding in the fog.

They say you live here,

in a nest, made as a branched crown.

They say you grant three wishes,

but take the soul with you down.

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It is an Ethel Cain, Billy Joel, Simon & Garfunkel kind of moody autumn weather.

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The legend of Sleepy Hollow vibes.

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In love with this season of pumpkin spice, crisp morning air, and walks through the woods, colored in brown and yellow.

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An autumn walk into a rain-drenched forest.

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I was walking home when night graced my village streets. Fog came around the corner and gave me an unwelcome hug. And the leaves under my feet were quietly rustling.

While I was walking, I heard a strange sound. I swore I could listen to it say ''Come to meee''. The trees bound themselves in my way and the darkness grew even more ominous.

The lights started flickering in a weird motion and I knew right then, that I had to move quickly. But something soon stopped me. A sight from the most horrid dreams. A man on feet that were not human. But of an ancient animal. It greeted me with a bow and a smile so wicked, that you knew it knows deadly curses.

I slowly backed a few steps, and when I looked again at him, he vanished. Mildly relieved I ran to my house a few blocks away. I searched my bag for the keys, with a tremble in my fingers, and unlocked the door. But then a cold wind blew upon my shoulder and I heard it again ''Come to meeee''.

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Writing a little short horror story about the woods and ancient beings living in them. A couple days ago I saw Sleepy Hollow directed by Tim Burton and oh my, what a great movie. I love the old stuff that Burton did. The props and the atmosphere. For me, it is a perfect Halloween movie. And with my writing, I want to give people the same feeling when they read it. Of mystery, wonder and terror.

The cold has come, the leaves are falling and all I need is my imagination and a cup of tea.

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A view to the sea.

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Just came back from my vacation at the sea. And I get it. I understand why some people want to live beside the ocean. Imagine that you can swim in it every day. You can wake up in the morning and meditate on a rock with the sound of waves crashing.

But it is not just that. The smell. It is addictive. You drive up to a wild beach on a rocky sandy road. And then you come out of the car and it hits you. The smell of salt and water. The horizon. The endless opportunity.

They say if you want to seek freedom, go to the sea. And I have to agree.

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The flora of Istra, Croatia.

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Amidst the olive trees on the path to the ocean.

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Hiding from the summer heat, near a lake, between the oak trees.

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As we are approaching the depth of summer, nature is getting ready. The fields are becoming golden, the grass more green. Flowers bloom in the shadowy parts of houses and the air is electrifying.

Does it happen to you also, that you start smelling the sea? My longing for being by the beach grows stronger by the day, as we come into July. I imagine myself walking amidst the pine trees and listening to bugs. Touching the tall grass, while nearing the beach.

Waves crashing into my feet, I'm now free. And the water awaits me.

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Basilisk

Crawling through the twisted tunnels

under the watchful eye of the servant,

a beast with the tail of one,

and with a look of a cruel nature.

The one who some call king,

it will hunt you down the dark

and turn your body to stone with a sting.

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Far over the misty mountains cold

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Spring flowers ✨

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He walked into the dark cobbled street with a well-thought-out plan. Lit with a kerosene lamp, everywhere he looked, shadows danced upon the damp walls.

He plans to leave as soon as he finds the clue, the secret location of an ancient artifact, that could change the course of some events, about to follow. It was said, that here, in this alley, a gentleman resides, of no good nature, but great knowledge. Who could give him some direction, where to find the artifact.

The alley became even darker, as he walked further. And then he saw it. The sign to the entrance. Under the ivy plants, there it was. A symbol of malice. All he has to do is find a way to open it. Somehow.