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Literary Lion: Story in the Woods.

ISmithWords has released this week’s 400 word or less Literary Lion writing prompt and it is… Story in the Woods.


Legacy of a Wild Child

The hunter loved and feared the woods, he’d grown up in them, fostered by a harsh man who spent more time chasing dreams in the bottom of a bottle than putting food on the table. He had escaped to the woods, after being thrown there unwanted, drank from its creeks, fed from its bounty, hunted its prey.

It was not that he felt at home in the woods, he in fact felt alienated. He did not feel safe, he felt watched. The woods he’d grown up in seemed as aware of him as he had always been of it; the shifting of shadows, the scents upon the wind, the changing of seasons that tickled the soul before ever coming to light.

This day he took his own son with him, still a doe eyed youth amazed by the wonders of nature around him, a child drawn to the woods as if his hazel eyes had been born of the thickets. Wild as the wolves running under the speckled light, the child ran reckless ahead of his father.

Instead of hunting, the hunter tracked, amid leaves and moss and twigs and ferns, he followed in his son’s footsteps to the base of a tree. Looking up, his eyes had to adjust to the light shining down for the way through the woods had grown dark under dense leaves.

For a moment, just a moment, the he saw his son clinging to the tree. It looked, almost, as if he had embraced the tree. Sure he must have reached out to catch himself. He was a hunter’s son. But, then, just before calling to his son to come down, he noticed the golden light in the flecks office son’s eyes, the greens of the leaves and browns of the tree reflecting there as well. A whole wild forest engulfed in those eyes.

But he was a hunter’s son… yet he clung to the tree as if he’d found a kindred spirit at last.

Words: 326

Image Courtesy of: GaiaOnline.Com


The image I had while writing this piece was of a wood nymph still very much in her tree form holding a child aloft. I couldn’t quite work this piece to fit the image but I think it will be a great inspiration and springboard for a fuller piece. I can only do so much during my kids’ nap time, though…

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