It felt like a magnetic pull toward the unknown, yet we stayed back, stranded by the seashore. We spent our days hoping for a ship to pass, but the wait grew endless. Behind us, the forest breathed with the sounds of wild animals, a constant reminder of our terror. We feared that our lives would be forfeit the moment we stepped into the dark treeline.
Our nightmare began a year ago, during our journey back to "May Fall City". We had packed our luggage and booked a ship, eager to document the voyage for our "L-tube" channel, which had just hit one million subscribers. We were riding a wave of joy, thrilled to be on a ship for the first time, never imagining the misfortune ahead. Two days into the voyage, pirates ambushed us.
They seized the vessel and steered us toward an unknown island. We were terrified; cannons were trained on us constantly.
"I’m gonna rain lead down on you buddies if ya don't do yourselves a favor and quiet down!" one pirate growled.
We prayed for rescue, but the cage doors stayed locked. Then, on the third day of our captivity, a massive thunderstorm tore the sky apart, wrecking the ship.
I woke up three hours later on the sand, stranded. When the other prisoners finally regained consciousness, we huddled together.
"Guys, we luckily escaped the pirates, but we need a way off this island," I said.
"Let’s pitch a camp here first," a muscular man named Felix suggested. "Some of you keep watch for passing ships."
"Should we check the forest?" I asked. "Someone might be on the other side."
But before we could decide, a scout came sprinting out of the brush. "Everyone, run!"
Five wolves were hot on his heels. Luckily, a crate of weapons had washed up from the wreck. I smashed one open, grabbed a rifle, and fired. The bullet found the skull of the lead wolf just as it lunged.
"Grab a weapon!" I shouted.
I aimed at another but missed. The beast pounced on the running scout, but a deafening CRACK followed. Felix had fired, hitting the wolf square in the eye. We managed to take the rest down.
"Well, that’s enough meat for a week," panted Parez, who had narrowly escaped. My sister, Rachael, smacked him across the face. "Next time, don’t wander off alone! You could have gotten us all killed!"
We spent an entire year on that shore. Hope began to wither. We didn't dare enter the forest for fear of being devoured. We were trapped between the monsters in the woods and the sharks in the deep.
Months later, the silence was broken by gunshots coming from the trees. I decided to investigate. To my shock, I found two men dressed in Western European outfits. I shouted for them.
"What the hell? Is that a zombie?" one of them barked.
I must have looked like a monster—my clothes were tattered rags and my beard was wild.
"Let’s check it out," his friend laughed, drawing closer. "What are you doing out here by the shore? Don't you know the wolves are out?"
They thought I was just a lost beggar. After I explained our year-long ordeal, they offered to lead us out. I called the rest of our group, and we followed them through the dense treeline.
As we broke through the other side of the forest, our hearts stopped. It wasn't a wasteland. It was a massive, bustling city—familiar and glowing under the evening lights. My knees went weak as I recognized the skyline.
It was May Fall City.
The shipwreck hadn't carried us to a distant land; the storm had tossed us right back onto the edge of our own home. Our fear of the forest was the only thing that had kept us stranded for a year, starving and shivering, just a few miles from our own beds.
I couldn't help but wonder: how many more years would we have wasted if we hadn't luckily found help?
Greetings, Ecencials and my fellow Hivers! I thought I should share a quick story with you all this morning. I actually started writing the first half last night, but I ended up nodding off before I could finish! I woke up today with the ending fresh in my mind and knew I had to get it down.
It’s a bit of a raw freewrite, but I truly hope you enjoyed the journey. It’s funny how often the "forests" we are afraid to enter in life are actually the only path to the destination we've been seeking all along.
Thanks for viewing and for all your support
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