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OH NO I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS

I was working on the very ending, then got extremely busy and FORGOT TO POST IT.

*bangs head on writing notebook*

Okay, here it is after 178 days, mostly written about two months ago. I think I am the worst CBer at completing written picturings ever. Thank you so much for your pateince. I'm so, so, sorry this took so long!!! As compensation, I'm adding a poem I wrote at the end that I've never posted on the CB and would likely never post otherwise. Once again, so sorry, and I hope you enjoy both of them!

Written Picturing:

If you happened to be spirited and audacious enough to wander all by yourself into the shadow-wrapped heart of the cavernous, expressionless mountains--listening to the jubilant brooks as they skittered past the rocks and pebbles--you would become perfectly lost.

And when you realized that you were lost, you doubtless would try to retrace your steps and would become more lost in the process. And then, when you would start to worry, you'd see a girl looking at you.

At first you'd be frightened. Her eyes would be a light, intense ochre and she would barely move, as if she were stalking you. She'd wear a long, smooth dress dappled with creamy white and dark brown. This would be fringed at the tips, as well as her shadowy, sleek hair. It'd be almost like the tips of feathers.

As you'd stare at her, she'd vanish behind a nearby tree, her eyes still fixed on you.

You'd back away, uneasy, but she'd dart over and grasp your wrist firmly. Follow me, she would seem to say.

Nodding hesitantly, you'd shake your hand loose and follow her, trying to copy her fluid movements.

At last, when twilight had fallen, you'd come to a steep mountain side. The girl would climb it effortlessly, but you'd trip, scraping your palm on a rock. She'd make a sound like laughter, a harsh inhuman, "kree-ah, kree-ah."

You'd hurriedly climb over the mountain, finding black asphalt on the other side.

The girl, you'd realize, had led you back to the road. Back to civilization.

Forgetting her laughter at you, you'd turn to thank her. Suddenly, you'd hear the "kree-ah" again from the way you just came, only sharper this time, like a scream.

Both of you would freeze, you from terror and she from surprise.

The scream would come again, carrying anger with it. Without a word the girl would vanish, almost flying back over the mountain.

You'd head down the road, the twilight of the sky starting to fade. Two red-tailed hawks circle in the sky.

Poem: 

The Mystery of Fire

It licks the trees, 

Softly, gently,

Yokes the breeze to do its bidding, 

Like a beast it gorges now,

Mystic and forbidding.

Hark now and hear,

The crackling,

Inspiring fear from the heat,

See now the wreckage yonder,

The parched and blackened wheat.

Oh Wild Fire,

You are so cruel,

And aspire to burn the earth;

But when quite tame, how soothingly,

You warm those ‘round the hearth. 

How can you be so dangerous,

But free us still from hunger?

You who roast the wild duck,

Give me now the answer.