Friday, February 10, 2017

100 Words a Day 1022

The professor followed me into the study. He closed the door behind us and turned the lock. Then he drew the curtains across the windows, shutting out the view of the forest.

“There are tales here,” he began in a quiet voice, “of little men that inhabit the woods.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They are said to be cruel beings who delight in playing malicious tricks on humans.”

I felt my mouth open. I was speechless as I tried to work out if he was kidding.

“I know it sounds unbelievable, but recent events align with historical accounts of these beings.”

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