#froggie's notebook

The sky could be shining, barely mid day, but the dense leaves decorating the tree tops sheltered the forest floor from the sweltering heat. It's unassuming, plain all except during autumn; the leaves shifting into gold and rubies, natural treasures that go unnoticed. Someone walks into the forest, unbelieving of the rumors, or too naive and needs shelter from the sweltering heat. There was nothing special about the human, less than average, but the forest agreed on one thing- it was hungry and they were the only thing left. The air went still, as if the oxygen had been sucked from the confines of the trees as plants began squirming, leaves trembling in insubstantial wind. Vines crawl over the dampened earth like snakes, deadly thorns working as venom packed teeth as they curl around the human’s body. Slight tears are made into their flesh, little door ways just wide enough for petals to nestle their way beneath their skin. Poison ran through their bloodstream as the floor gave way, the vines leaving them suspended, vulnerable. Screams of terror and agony thrummed against the invisible vail, all sound isolated within the confines of the dark woods. Another vine came up towards their mouth, lacing tightly from under their nose to the base of their neck. It was hard to scream now, hard to breathe. Stars dotted their vision, black creating tunnels through their vision as their body began to tingle, going numb from the poison traveling up through the inflated pathways of veins. Their body was swelling, skin stretching so far it began tearing- the human didn't get the chance to scream before their blood painted the greenery organs acting like party streamers once the forest settled back to it’s deceiving disguise.