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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Seven) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Seven)
The forest was not what it used to be. It was now vastly smaller than it had been fifty years ago. Animals had come and gone. The seasons came and went. Life and death in the forest had stayed relatively the same, but since the birth of the grey forest and the two-legs arriving in the woods, things were very different.
The deer had gone as well as a number of others. It was now considered rather lucky to see a deer in the forest, be it a roe, red or fallow. Muntjacs appeared once in a blue moon. The wild boar had disappeared years ago to the point where a number of remaining animals had completely forgotten that they had ever existed in thes
What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Five) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Five)
Five years had changed the forest considerably.
Since then, the mysterious walls that separated it from the beyond had been removed, only to reveal that instead of the moor that the animals had become so accustomed to, there was what appeared to be something all the more alien and terrifying in its place.
The animals could not identify them as trees, walls or animals, but they were certainly very tall, taller perhaps than the very trees that made up the forest. They were square in shape, grey, and seemingly made of similar materials to those that the long-necked, large-jawed things and the walls had been. This new forest, one not made of tr
What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Four) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Four)
A year had passed since the Thing in the Moor had first stirred. In that time, the forest and the moor had undergone some remarkable but considerably worrying changes to many of the forest animals.
The moor had virtually disappeared, and henceforth none of the animals saw the big yellow thing in the moor again, and none of the other things that had come and joined it since. Some had been red, others blue and orange and even a shade of light green, but they all looked the same as the yellow one; with long necks and massive jaws and enormous, square bodies. The moor had since been surrounded and cordoned off by large walls of some kind, though
What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Three) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Three)
The snows had come without much foreshadowing. By the end of December, the entire forest was blanketed in it, and many animals had since wisely decided to retreat into hibernation until the winter passed. Others were living their lives, day in and day out, as usual, adapting the best they could to the cold. They had survived many winters, and were faithful that they would see another spring if they were clever and strong.
But the Thing in the Moor was still a matter of discussion.
It had not stirred since that October day, and had seemingly gone into a hibernation of its own. At least, that was what a number of forest inhabitants speculated
What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Two) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter Two)
Less than a fortnight had passed. It was a badger who had alerted the entire forest in the early hours of the dawn.
The Thing in the Moor had stirred.
‘It-It made a noise… I can’t describe the noise… B-But it wasn’t the noise of an animal… It sounded like something… Something not from this forest… This forest is all we’ve ever known…’ the badger related, scared out of his wits as he told a herd of fallow deer of his encounter.
‘How did it move?’
‘I-It wasn’t moving at first… J-Just this growling noise.... A-And then, it moved – b-but not
What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter One) by Sohember, literature
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What the Magpie Found in the Moor (Chapter One)
A spindly, clumsy harvestman narrowly dodged the predation of a crow as he stumbled over an oak branch, falling a few feet down into the soft, damp autumn soil and decaying leaves below. There was the snap of a distant branch and the rustle of leaves as a squirrel deftly leapt from one birch to another with the fragment of a mushroom clenched between his teeth. For a few moments, there was silence. After that, the gruff chatter of crows and magpies squabbling in the canopy disturbed the peace.
It was another afternoon in the forest. October, to be precise. There was little breeze, but the sun was considerably bright for such a time of year.