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Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house, as I often spend there my afternoons and nights, thinking about what happened in my life and which of my available paths should be taken, to lead me into future. That's when I encountered a strange message scratched in the bark of an old oak: "Dear wanderer, please beware, as your life is on the line. My wife, a very farseeing woman, went into these woods alone, against my will, of course, as I have seen the dangers she might face, Wolfes, inviting her nitty-gritty to a delicious meal, Bears, rubbing their chubby cheeks at her, Snakes, weaving wildly around her feet, but most dangerous of all the whacky wicked witch, keeping her from ever going back." I remember sudden feelings of anxiousness and shiver I had encountered only once before, that was when a strange man came to my house asking me if I had seen a pretty woman with snowwhite hair and pretty face: "I tried to find her all day and night long, but I couldn't find her anywhere, I fear my wife got lost - or worse... as a whacky wicked witch is living here!"   Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house, as I often spend there my afternoons and nights, thinking about what happened in my life and who will be the next to come and visit me and my whacky wicked house.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Whacky Wicked Woods
Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house, as I often spend there my afternoons and nights, thinking about what happened in my life and which of my available paths should be taken, to lead me into future. That's when I encountered a strange message scratched in the bark of an old oak: "Dear wanderer, please beware, as your life is on the line. My wife, a very farseeing woman, went into these woods alone, against my will, of course, as I have seen the dangers she might face, Wolfes, inviting her nitty-gritty to a delicious meal, Bears, rubbing their chubby cheeks at her, Snakes, weaving wildly around her feet, but most dangerous of all the whacky wicked witch, keeping her from ever going back." I remember sudden feelings of anxiousness and shiver I had encountered only once before, that was when a strange man came to my house asking me if I had seen a pretty woman with snowwhite hair and pretty face: "I tried to find her all day and night long, but I couldn't find her anywhere, I fear my wife got lost - or worse... as a whacky wicked witch is living here!"   Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house, as I often spend there my afternoons and nights, thinking about what happened in my life and who will be the next to come and visit me and my whacky wicked house.
Oh this was fun... so creepy, but so much fun ;-)...
bernhard-tischler
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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