{"id":4361,"date":"2024-12-19T17:30:46","date_gmt":"2024-12-19T22:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4361"},"modified":"2024-12-19T17:31:54","modified_gmt":"2024-12-19T22:31:54","slug":"the-forgotten-journey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4361","title":{"rendered":"The Forgotten Journey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Today&#8217;s writing prompt was \u2013 Light. I chose to write about light in the darkness.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><b>The Forgotten Journey<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1933\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/hunted-forest-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/hunted-forest-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/hunted-forest-768x512.jpg 768w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/hunted-forest.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a dark and stormy night. Oh wait, I\u2019ve done that line before. Well, it was darkish, at least, though it was during the day. The storm and night came much later.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I found myself in the middle of the Forgotten Woods. For those of you who have never heard of the Forgotten Woods, I should describe it to you. I was going to say something here, but I forgot what it was.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Anyway, here I stand in the middle of this wooded area. Around me, there are lots of trees. It must be some sort of forest or woods or something. I have no idea how I got here or how to get out of here. This is a problem; I\u2019m sure I should be somewhere else.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s good that I have my writing notebook to write down what is happening should I be asked to write about this experience someday.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Drawing a map might be a good idea to track where I have been. As I take out my pencil to begin drawing, I\u2019m astounded at the beauty of all these trees. They all reach high into the sky and diffuse the sunlight so that shadows surround me. If I had my phone, I would have taken a picture of them. But I must have forgotten it at home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There is a winding path in front of me that I choose to take. Hopefully, that will get me to where I am going.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I can hear the sounds of different kinds of birds chirping and squawking all around me. I bet they\u2019re having a good laugh at my predicament.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I notice that I\u2019m carrying my writer\u2019s notebook. I should write all this down in case someone asks me to write about this experience someday.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Someone must have been in this forest before. I see remnants of pages torn from someone\u2019s notebook along the way, with scribbles that resemble my writing. Either someone is copying my writing style, or I left them there on a previous trip. I should remember that, shouldn\u2019t I?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You know, it\u2019s not a bad idea to leave clues; I might pass this way again. As\u00a0 I go to tear out a page from my writer\u2019s notebook, I discover some pages in my book have been torn out and are missing. I wonder who did that. I would never treat my writer\u2019s notebook like that.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sun is going down, and my tree area is getting darker. I decide to go toward the sunset, hoping that will get me somewhere I recognize. The path I\u2019m walking on is headed in that direction anyway.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s not long before I see a break in the trees. Could this be the end of my journey?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As I leave the Forgotten Woods, some memories begin to return. I remember that I was challenged to go into the woods alone by some friends of mine. I sort of remember starting my journey, but the next thing I recall is coming out of the woods.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Being much wiser now, I circumnavigate the woods to return to my starting point, thus averting any more forgetting.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I was confronted by my friends who challenged me about my experience, I looked down at my notebook with its torn pages. My response to them was simple. \u201cI\u2019m not going to tell you. I left clues for you all in the forest. It\u2019s up to you to find them and get the answers to your questions. Good Luck.\u201d That was my challenge, or maybe it was payback.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I turned away from them and headed back home. The last I heard, of the five that went in, at least three were still looking for clues.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s writing prompt was \u2013 Light. I chose to write about light in the darkness. The Forgotten Journey It was a dark and stormy night. Oh wait, I\u2019ve done that line before. 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