She had not left the forest yet. With the snail shell and the pine needles in the center of the bark from the old tree she continued with her journey. The forest didn't seem so dark anymore. The whispering monsters where still around. She could feel them but they remained at a safe distance. They were hiding between trees and bushes. She felt that ( Read more... )

After a minute, a second and another second she raised her head. She kept her eyes on the snails and became thoughtful. There is hardly any other more peaceful silence than the silence that can be experienced by forgetting about oneself. Getting lost in the beauty of a painting or the process of creating or the openness of a friend. She didn't want ( Read more... )

Confidently she looked on her map. She did not know in which direction she should walk. She remembered the whistling which had woke her up and thought that it came from the direction to her right. Since it did not matter at all as everything looked the same and she had just started to draw a map she decided to walk into that direction. The trees ( Read more... )

At one day after she had slept for days and ages she thought she heard a sweet whistling. After such a long time of sleeping her mind became really calm and all the unhappy thoughts had disappeared. In her was nothing else but calmness and this sweet whistling. A bit sleepy she opened her eyes and at first she didn’t see much. She was still a bit ( Read more... )

In a dense forest with many pine trees she kept walking through the darkness. There were monsters around her, grabbing after her. She tried not to notice them. She knew if she noticed them they would become stronger. The only strength they had was her believe in them. But while wandering through that forest and looking for a way to get out, her ( Read more... )