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There’s a trail of corn in the woods

And you didn’t know it existed because you never stepped foot in the woods for a full year until the day you were about to leave this place for the summer. They could’ve been there sleeping, rotting, accumulating the whole time while you had lived your life in the apartment complex right next to it, that stretch of woods.

It watched your friends buy a dog and saw you walk him every night, waiting for you to be curious enough to notice.

It tried to catch your attention by stretching out to your door step. “Want some corn?” Your boyfriend joked as he noticed the skeleton cob, red and empty, sitting in the rocks by the door. But it was just litter to you, and you quickly forgot it even existed.

One day you were walking the puppy at midnight when the dog aggressively focused on one spot by a shelter of a pine tree, it’s branches reaching and drooping like generous outstretched palms. Behind you but eerily close you hear a name whispered in your ear, raspy and unclear. It was not your name but one of your room mates, safe inside the apartment.

Your hair stood on edge and your heart stopped beating and every instinct in your body told you to keep your eyes down and run home as fast as you can.

Your room mates have locked the door out of habit so you spook everyone by frantically pounding on the door to get inside.

Everyone listens but no one listens.

It’s the last week of university and your killing time while you’re waiting to go home. It’s been weeks since you heard a whisper and you haven’t forgotten, but you make the mistake to not be scared. You find the tree and you take your first step into the woods.

Walking around the tree, you notice it’s a perfect tent for anyone seeking refuge. There’s litter on the floor - orange peels and little bottles of alcohol. There’s a fallen, rotten tree with burn marks a little up the hill. Was it struck by lighting, do you think, once upon a time?

That’s when you notice among the litter, that there’s an empty corn cob, red and thin. You remember that you’ve seen some corn around the apartment grounds too, and you wonder who’s eating so much corn and just leaving it on the floor.

You walk up to it and tap it with your foot. It sure is a piece of corn. But there’s another piece a couple steps away, then another a couple feet away, and then two others further up the hill. This time you spot two, like a path diverging into two, and you choose to go right. This cob still had a few uneaten yellow kernels attached just at the end. You cannot see any more pieces of corn, so you turn around. You can still see the street but you’re further away then you thought.

There’s a man helping someone else move heavy furniture down the stairs, and he spots you leave the woods. You avoid eye contact but he squints at you as you walk across the street.

“Were you following the corn?” He shouts, catching your attention.

“Yeah,” you answer, “did I miss something?”

“Yeah or you wouldn’t have come back. People go in those woods and they don’t come out.”

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A Student Union of Alexandrite and Wind

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blizzard employee 1: hey what do human teeth look like

blizzard employee 2:

blizzard employee 1: god youre so fucking smart

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St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, May 23, 1948

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Daily Capital Journal, Salem, Oregon, March 31, 1956

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I used to think I was in a bad mood but it’s been a couple of years now so I guess this is just who I am now

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Easter Fun