The forest was inescapable. It was dark, stormy, fierce. Jack was afraid of the darkness that consumed the land, but he would never be able to escape.

The oak trees sighed as the wind blew, leaves flew from their branches and fluttered gracefully to the dirt floor. Jack didn’t see it that way; he saw the flutter of a leaf and thought, ‘what a large insect come to eat me!’ When he heard the tree ...

Paper boats float softly upon it,

Dancing merrily in the water.

A push and a shove,

They are swept down the gutter.

The rain beats against them,

Trying to stop their dance.

Little does the rain know,

The boats will never escape the trance.

The scent of lemons inside the tea,

Soaked inside the water,

Like a bird in a tree,

Waiting for slaughter.

A sip out of the cup,

A bang and a stagger...