Five Sentence Fiction:
Where you stand, the leaves lay like the layered deceased, masses of the seasons massacre upon the damp soil.
The forrest overshadows all, consuming the heavens with such crooked limbs, their ancient bodies standing witness with grave knowing faces.
A ravens challenge echoes across the hollow, sharp and unforgiving, the ominous omen departing this place with a savage movement of its wings.
And then it comes, a terrible suffocating closeness that renders you motionless, a sorrowful statuette captured in the silence as you find yourself truely alone.
until it comes...