Cold rain dripped methodically through the enormous black water trees as if they themselves were weeping from high above the shadows of gigantic hanging mosses. The dancing river pulled a long ghostly canoe carrying three huddled figures through the swirling fog into nothingness. Menacing screams and hoots from the stomach of the forest became louder and the moonlight seemed to fall back as if it was too nervous to go any further. “It’s rather eerie here isn’t it?” the man in the middle said with a nervous clattery English laugh to the stoic native sitting in the rear who looked on as if he hadn’t heard. His wrinkled old sun-leathered face blinked faintly in the pulsing light of his barely lit pipe. Pieces of submerge branches screeched as they scraped the bottom of the boat like the souls of the lost ones, all three men knew had been swallowed by this river.”Quiet now Liam ” said the man in front wearing slight grin as his eyes eagerly scanned the blackness for signs of absolution. “We’re nearly there. I know it.”. .
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 03:07:50 +0000
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