Another journal

For this focus month one of my projects is to take a shot each day based on an image from my Flickr that was taken or uploaded the same day within the past five or so years, if there is one.

If you click through to Flickr, the new images are there with more info.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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It’s not fun being in a strange forest at night, even if you’re used to it. Emily had done the requisite week of outdoor school like everyone else in sixth grade, but drafty cabins in a state park were no preparation. For anything, really.

“Okay.” Her own voice seemed small against the trees. Still holding the wreath, Emily stepped forward and tripped on a root. She caught herself against a tree, crushing the damp flowers against the trunk. Eyes closed, she rested her forehead against the bark and sighed.

“Focus and pull yourself together.” Emily wondered if speaking out loud in a fairy forest that probably had monsters was a good idea. Most likely not. She pushed back and looked up at the tree. It was an oak with low and heavy branches, like the ones ringing the trailer court, but in an immense scale. What was left of the flowers felt slimy in her hands.

The plan, if it could be called that, wasn’t something Emily could begin until daybreak. She needed somewhere to sleep, preferably where she would be out of reach of anything that would find her edible. Emily patted the tree and considered the scattered information gathered from the court residents.

“Um, hello.” Emily tried not to feel stupid. “I know you are probably busy, Lady Oak, since it’s midsummer and I’m sure that’s like, super full of stuff to do.” Emily frowned at herself and pushed on. “Anyway, I was wondering if it’d be cool for me to climb up and sleep on a branch? If that would be okay?” She waited, feeling more awkward as each minute passed. She shuffled her feet. This was weird. In all the books chosen ones had no issues finding residents of the Sidhe, for better or worse. She’d try one more time and then just bed down at the roots and hope for the best.

“Ahem, um,” Emily fidgeted with the wreath and wondered what to do with it. “I don’t know if I’m doing this right—”

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.