hm.. a try at something

Hollow's Forest, redone. * not finished*
It was in that twisted place named Hollow’s Forest where I found the true meaning of wonderland. It was a place where the trees contorted to their moods and the birds sang songs instead of chirping. Shadows move and follow to their hearts content. Flowers stare and ponder their fates with vanity and egotism. Rabbits obsess and pedophile jaguars speak French. Smoky dragons speak in riddles and tea parties celebrate death. Also, keep an eye out for those demented tree queens that are out to get you……
Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome to Hollow’s Forest.
It was in Hollow’s Forest that I descended reality into what I like to call a little dose of surrealism. I had to cross through that stupid forest. I was on my way to my aunt’s house and the forest was the only way to get there in less than two hours. In my pack laid the little pastries that my mother had baked for my aunt. The warm aromas of spicy cinnamon and banana seep into the air around me as I walked along the straightforward path. Whispers of dust filled my footsteps as my feet shuffled along the traveler’s way. Yes, keep moving, that’s it. Don’t stop moving and I will certainly get there before Dark comes with her unknown mist of mystery and vulnerability. Slowly a breeze crept and made its way down my spine. In effect, I pulled the crimson red shawl closer to block out the unwanted intruder from my flesh. I wasn’t afraid, even though I had been told ever since I could listen that hollow’s Forest was haunted. Yeah right.
The sounds of far off animals could be heard all around. The croaking of toads from the swampy marsh pond a few yards off echo like a chorus of tribal drums. The twittering of little birds made it sound as if I walked into a minuscule urban city of some sort. The far off pitter-patter of, what I hoped to be modest fox mothers and their kits, crackles leaves gently. I paid the sound no mind, as I was determined to not let my obsession get the best of me. No, I had to focus on getting to Auntie’s house. I had no time to worry about such ridiculous things such as the trickery of my superstitious psyche.
Deep in the forest, he watches and waits. The sweet smell of sandalwood and cinnamon tickles his snout like a feather in the carefree wind. The fur on his spine rises are he takes in the sight of his helpless quarry. He was hungry and she was wandering freely into his abode. He couldn’t take her yet though. It would be too simple, too easy. Yes, he was above taking the easy route. He’d have to wait until dark, he’d have to keep her within his grounds until then. Oh, how he loved the chase. Slowly, his sweet howl escaped from his snout lips like it was the sweetest note in his surreal world. She reminded him of Maryann, his love, lost in the twisted Wonderland of his Hollow’s Forest. She was surreally stuck in the distortion that she was out of harm's way. She was definitely mistaken, for this wolf had teeth. His lips turned up into a sly grin at his own thoughts, watching his prey dart deeper into his territory. The darkness was approaching, he could see, for the sun had begun to sink.
I heard him even before I saw him and I didn’t even truly wait to see him before I started to kick up dust in my wake. The bone-chilling banshee howl of a wolf was enough to give me incentive to run into the unknown parts of the forest, off the well traveled path. I saw a flash of white as my peripherals started to blur, speed twisted everything around me. Red crimson flied behind me as my shawl caught the self-made wind as I whirled through the forest, which for some reason had become murky with strange shadows. The darkness increased as I ran farther and farther through the old oak spines. I kept going and going, it seemed as if the forest was endless. Then I saw it, my rescue. True, the sight of the rough and dangerous river would probably make most stomachs turn with motion sickness, but alas it was the bridge that caught my eye. If only I could make it across. The bridge was something straight out of an Indiana Jones flick. It was small and narrow and looked as if one step might send you hurling down to the rabid rapid below, but it was my chance to get away. No way josé was Alice Summers going to be dinner tonight.
Yeah, I was scared as I took the first step across the first plank of the swinging bridge, but the howl that erupted from behind me changed that real quickly. I started to take a second step and a third, it was on the fourth step that I started to hear growling from behind me. I slowly turned around, avoiding sending myself off the bridge and faced the snarling creature.
Once my eyes met it’s eye, I couldn’t look away from the huge wolf-like creature. It didn’t completely look like a wolf because of it’s size. It was bigger then me! It looked like a rapid dog from hell and it seemed determined to make me it’s food. They were fury red like a fire truck and staring straight at me like I was a la carte. I was only able to tear my eyes away from the glowing red when suddenly one of it’s claws made a swipe at me, that’s when my breath failed me. See, I was so captivated by it’s eyes that I forgot to check if it had nails….or in this case claws that could make a big bad lion humble.
“Oh sugar snaps.” My voice whispered across the bridge, which he must have thought was funny because a grin seemed to slowly spread across its muzzle. The wolf was grinning.