Lost Soul

She found herself in the middle of the woods. The trees are making a strange whooping sound as it dance violently with the wind. She shuddered as fear enveloped her being. She cried for help. She screamed her heart out. But it only echoed back to her.

Perching on the root of the tree, she held her knees in defeat and she whispered to the wind, “What’s the point of screaming? No one’s listening, anyway”.

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