Anonymous2024/09/10(Tue) 23:45:15 GMTNo.15585 >>15579
There is a slit cut into the tree line beside the road I take home, I have wondered for a while what was back there so I decided to take a gander. The trail was kind of moist or muddy and not well groomed, and only went back maybe 40 feet to a small opening without much foliage, except for a downed tree. I climbed around the tree, watching my feet placement carefully and noticed a metallic reflection from the dirt. I kicked at it a bit, It kind of looked like an oversized sewing needle, with an open loop for thread, but the mental calculations of what is could be were quickly redundant after clearing off more dirt. It was a knife, just the metal shaft part, missing the handle, lying in the dirt partially visible. I picked it up inspecting if there were signs of blood. My senses acute now, trying to detect if there was someone near me, with a little of the anxiety lifted now that I was holding a knife. Turning, around and around, nothing but trees and greenery. I decided to leave, making sure to conceal the knife incise a driver from the road saw me and got too curious. I threw it on the passenger floor of me sedan and rolled back home.
Anonymous2024/09/11(Wed) 21:28:07 GMTNo.15586 >>15585
Comfy story. I should go outside.
Anonymous2024/09/11(Wed) 23:23:58 GMTNo.15587 >>15586
Every time I take a chance outside, even in this case, this mundane event written out, played back in my head becomes *something*.