The Swamp of Sorrows
The woods around the unlikely party were growing thicker, and a busy stream was visable among the greenery nearby. They led the thirsty horses to it, pausing only long enough to let them drink. They wanted to get as far as they could from the unceasing goblin drums heard in the background. It was all they could hear; their hearts picking up the rhythm in betrayal, until eventually even those faded away as they traveled.
The woods suddenly became black and white, as if sealed by Winter’s icy kiss. There was complete silence. No birds sang. No bees buzzed. Even the bullfrogs were quiet. A fog began dancing and weaving between the trees, leaving their naked trunks bleached, their leaves charred. The horses hooves lifted higher as the ground beneath them turned lecherous, the mud waiting to suck them down into its bowels, cleverly hidden in the fog. The air became cooler and cloaks were tightened as the chill crept to their bones. Death climbed up their nostrils as their horses plunged into the still water; a mirror that belied its murky depths.
“The legendary Swamp of Sorrows.” Brandlance whispered in awe.
This week we asked you to take us somewhere. Where was up to you -fiction or creative nonfiction- but we asked you to use your words to paint the setting as vividly as possible. In 200 words.
I chose to build the setting of the Swamp of Sorrows from my fantasy novel The Unlikely Heroes. (Apologies that I can’t link to it as it is set up on a private blog for editing purposes. I guess you’ll just have to wait til it is released. 😉 This is what River sees before he is instructed to close his eyes in order to survive the swamp since it is filled with nymphs that want to steal your soul.
Concrit is always welcome and appreciated.