Writing Prompt 6: The House in the Woods

(fake-short story)

 

      As soon as the boss of the company I worked for told me the FBI investigated the case where I killed the owner of a drug store, I knew I had to go somewhere where they wouldn't find me.

 

    It wasn't supposed to be like this. I knew I covered the case correctly, not just kill the man, but also dealt with it discreetly. My co-worker, Thomas, was at first going to be assigned the case. But something more important came up for him and my boss decided that I was going to murder the man.

 

    It happened so quickly. My boss Ron told me they accused me of murder and they were on their way to capture me. He offered me to go somewhere far, maybe Russia, but honestly, they could easily find me there. I told him I would go, but I didn't. I took the flight ticket and pretended to go. I packed one bag with food, knifes, bows, arrows, few clothes, and a watch. I went to the woods.

 

     I am now here, in an old black and gray house. In the woods. I've been here for three days. I live with a 72-year old woman. I kill all the animals and she cooks them and cleans the house. I learned to shoot animals because of the training applied to us when I went to a strict camp back.

 

    Her name is Joanna. He very kindly gave me books to entertain myself. It does help me, I often forget when I will get out of the woods and go live the life I had.

 

   All I see are trees, animals, water, rivers, and this old house. Joanna and I often hear the birds chirping. They sing different melodies each time of the day. They scare me the most at night. Something wonderful is being able to see the stars clearly. All the city lights do not surround us.

 

  Out of the three days, it has rained one. I love the smell after it rains. We are not very creative with food, but it is getting better. Joanna asked me to help her do a pumpkin pie this morning. It tasted delicious. She had to walk nearly 2 hours to get to the store. She says it's fine because she buys for it to last a month. I have killed two birds, one squirrel, and a snake today.

 

   I always remember how the city is so different from here. It is fine. It is getting better. I hope I can change my identity somehow so I can return back home. Joanna has been very good to me. I haven't told her the real reason why I came here. I said I wanted to live an adventurous life. I don't think she will find out, after all, I came here because no one can see me hiding in the woods.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glossary

Identity: noun: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is.

Adventurous: adjective; willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, or experiences.

 

Did you know?

1. I love to write, so it wasn't that difficult to create this story.

2. I miss how I was able to see the stars clearly without a lot of city lights.