Lost in the Woods.

Kind of a strange story I put together one night.

    Down in the whimsical, sun drenched meadow, a large lavender tulip gave birth to a girl. She was small and young. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in smooth waves around her round face. Her cheeks were plump and rosy, and her crystal blue eyes shone with a childlike innocence. The little girl spent her days picking daisies in the meadow, and she was often found in the bountiful expanse of the flower garden - crisp, white dress blowing in the breeze- chasing after the brightly- colored butterflies that would flutter by. The was so content with her simple life in the magical meadow, and she was always full of genuine cheer. 

    As the girl grew, so did her curiosity about the outside world. One day, many years later, the girl decided to venture out into the dark forest that surrounded the peaceful, sunny meadow. Her mother tulip had always warned her about wandering into the dangerous wood, but since the tulip had wilted, the girl had no one to keep her away.  She cautiously stepped into the shaded woods, and slightly jumped at the cracking sound of her foot stepping on a twig. She soon realized the twig wasn't anything to fear, and went on with her adventure. The further she trekked on, the darker it became, and soon she turned around but could no longer see any trace of her familiar meadow- just tall, foreboding trees. It was then she realized that she was lost. She started to cry, with the memory of her home calling her back. An owl heard her sobbing and called out into the darkness.

       "Who is there weeping?"

 The girl, startled by the unknown voice, let out a high pitch squeal, but then answered,

     "Me. I think I am lost."

     "My dear, lost from where?" The owl asked, concerned.

     " My peaceful meadow," The girl sobbed.

The owl chuckled, "Sweet, naive girl. The woods is your home now, because even if you ever find your meadow someday, you won't even recognize it, nor see its beauty.And please be careful, because the further you go into the woods, the less friendly all creatures and man become."

    "I will always recognize my home," the girl said, with an image of the meadow fresh in her head, "And what is man?" but no one answered.

  She decided to get up the courage to keep going further. As she crept through the darkness, a small limb from a bush caught hold of her dress. She pulled and pulled, but it wouldn't set her free. Finally, she pulled so hard it ripped part of the bottom of her dress off, leaving it rather short. The girl, never having worn something so revealing, felt herself blush at her new hemline. She felt rather uncomfortable, but continued to wander. She soon saw light up ahead, and felt hope flood her. She came upon a large opening in the woods, and in the middle was a little shack. She walked around the shack, observing every little piece of it, until she heard a man's voice.

       "Who are you?" The man said, coming out of the shack.

Surprised at seeing another human, she could barely answer.

  The man came up to her and studied her closely. As his eyes lingered on her short dress, the girl felt herself become increasingly embarrassed. 

     His gaze softened as he said, "Would you like to come in?"

 He then led her inside his quaint, little shack. The man's name was Phoenix , she learned, and he loved asking her questions.

    "Where are you from?" He asked they sat down on his sofa.

    "I'm...I'm from the meadow," she stammered nervously.

    "The meadow? Oh, so you're one of those," he said as he layed his hand gently on her thigh, "I find meadow girls' innocence quite.....attractive."

     He knew he wanted her then.

 The girl didn't understand what was going on. Phoenix was touching her, and placing his lips on her. It was quite strange to the girl, but she didn't fight it. When he tore her dress off, however, it slightly scared her and she tried to leave, but he wouldn't let her. Soon, he was hurting her. She didn't like what was going on. After he was done with her, he let her go. 

      She ran into the woods. She was naked and felt very violated. She soon found a tree that looked nice, and she sat down and rested against it. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep until she was woken up by a strange pain in her stomach. The pain continued for four days, until all of a sudden the pain peaked. She was ripped open and something fell out from within her. It was screaming, and she was frightened. She looked down at it and it looked alot like her, just much smaller. She then felt an overwhelming sense of care and love for it. She held it in her arms, and they both fell asleep.

       The girl woke up to find a large wolf staring her in the face. Its teeth were bared, and it growled. The girl was frozen with fear as it snatched the little creature from her hands with its teeth.

       "No! That's mine! Please give it back!," She cried.

       "Sorry, finders keepers," the wolf growled.

       "How can you be so cruel?" the girl screamed.

       "You should've listened to the owl," the wolf said before swallowing the infant.

    The girl grieved for what seemed like years. She wandered through the woods purposelessly, in a dismal trance as tears continuously ran down her face. She wandered into a meadow full of beautiful flowers and brightly colored butterflies. She stared into the once magical land without any trace of recognition. 

    "I wonder where I am," she thought aloud, as she soon turned around and traipsed back into the dark woods. 

       

Author's Note

I tried to use a bit of symbolism in this, so tell me what you think things represent, and of course what you think the story is about. Thanks :]

Reviews

[Mr Alednac]

wow :o this is a really strange story, but I like it even if it is a little dark, it kinda reminds me of the movie and novel Johnny got his gun and the song one and I don't really know how to explain about meaning of the story but it somehow makes sense. Good job at making it vague yet still good.

[Warrior]

Great story telling. This did justice in the realm of getting the message across. Great message. There's lot of times where a story can have a great message to aim for, and have a lot of under lining things but then no one gets it, and if no one gets it, then the point has failed. But in my opinion this did well to get the message across. You made it clear, which is why I think it's good. Keep up the good work. What was also great was that I could imagine the story as I read it, and that is also a strong point of stories. The ability to have the reader imagine it because after all we're reading not watching it, but it was as if I was there as I read this, and that is great. Good job once again.