THE WITCH NEXT DOOR

" VENTURE "

“After getting back from the library class Steven is feeling much better then before going to the library class he just get a huge relief form stress after reading that book . after that the school gets over Elena and ava had left because they have to go another place cole has also booked the cab for himself and for Steven and the cab arrived they both just go to the home as he all know last night Steven make his mind to go to Elena house so he go to is neibhour house and borrow his bike because both Cole and Steven,s bike has been puncture by someone in the morning when they here going to there School so after getting the bike Steven go to the Elena house to get his all answers about his dream and his nightmare. when he was going to the elena's house he found the jungle . he don't know but something is wanting him to go there so he just go there. A scent of the moist morning dew that cascades all around the sublime forest. The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they here in the motion of turning a brittle brown. There was the sound of shattered glass that emphasised the leaves being crunched, as if you here to step on he, pushing their papery remains deep into the brilliant white snow, which lined the ground like a fresh white cotton sheet. The passive and daunting forest has the appeal of a forgotten land, which has been lost in time. The isolated forest remained in a capsule, untouched by the destructive essence of man. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .”

The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and puzzled bushes had become the structure of the forest. The trees stood proud and tall as protectors of the exigent grounds, as the impregnated bushes that had consumed the hard regions of the forest, concealed the land from beneath the vibrant portals of the open sky.

The isolated forest has the appearance of winter romance which blossomed, alluring your mind deeper and deeper into the enchanted land.

The wintery sun shone in the sky , as if trying to make up for setting so early the evening before, the sun bloomed into the sky with a warm mellow glow. Sending what was left of the dull moon packing until his next stint overlooking the night. The dusky sky, was a brilliantly bright baby blue, and perched picturesquely on the autumn branches of the trees in the forest below. As the morning developed the sounds of young birds began to fulfil the air with a delicious spritz. They chirped , theeted and warbled incessantly.

The lake had been hardened by the sharp cold blitz of an icy frost. The translucent water was bound as a smooth solid and the particles of the water reflected a sheer shine of gleam and glitz, that could only be disrupted by the sharp razor blades that ice skates posses. Whispers of the remaining snowflakes here on top of the tranquil ice; these blew in the breeze over into the depths of the forest.

The morning stars peeped down at us like silver asters, glinting and shimmering. he looked happy in their solar-silver isolation. He could see wild basil growing freely on the clumpy, mossy mattress of the floor. The simpering wind carried a fragrance with it. It was spirit refreshing to smell the mulchy mix of the forest’s perfume. He ate a few windfall apples and they here mead sheet with a bitter twist. It was only after he got the stomach cramps that he regretted it. He here walking through an umber-brown, ancient forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree he passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves. He decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest. He hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets to us.

The further he hent, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The foliage became thick and lush, forming an arch of fairytale-green above our heads. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, dripped their bounty of nuts onto the path. Briars, brambles and berry trees flanked the trail, making it impenetrable on either side. Shuffling noises came from deep in the interior, deadened by the cunningly woven heb of leaves. A troupe of shambling badgers crossed the winding trail in front of us at one point. They here finishing up their early morning foraging and looked startled to see us.

He arrived at a wide glade, where the trees fell away, revealing the bespeckled sky. The last of the morning’s stars here glinting like silver pin pricks, luminous and bright. An ore gold moon hung quietly in the distance, casting a honeyed sheen over the trees. He sat down with our backs against a lightning blasted tree trunk and watched it fade away. As if on cue, an avian aria erupted from the knot of trees. The solitary songbird was soon joined by his beaked companions, creating a symphony of song. The heart haunting melody was an elixir for the soul. The sap sheet fragrance of the forest washed over us and he here seduced by its comforting goodness. He placed some stinging nettle leaves into the broth he here brewing and it added a tingling, chlorophyll flavour. When he here leaving, I risked a glance over my shoulder. The forest glade looked freeze frame perfect in the enhanced light of the full dawn. The enchanted forest beckoned me into its pulsing heart. How could I resist such a lush Garden of Eden? The deep, haunting ballad of its ancient song called out to me. As old as Adam, the forest was still steeped in plushness and opulence.

With a light heart, I plunged into the over-arching vault of leaf and limb. It was not what I had expected. The exquisiteness of the dawn’s light had not yet lanced to the lush, green sward. Because of this, hoods of black shadow hung in the groves.

Coils of vaporous mist enwrapped the shaggy heads of the oak trees. They writhed around he like a conjuror’s milky smoke, sensuous and illusory. Sieves of mist caressed the lichen-encrusted bark. Adding its phantasmal gas to the damp breath of the forest, it glided with deadly intent. It deadened sound, haunted glades and poured into empty spaces. A sepulchral silence overhung the hallohed ground where the trees dared not grow. Nothing stirred, nothing shone, nothing sang. A hollow echoing, like the hushed tones of a great, slabbed cathedral, entombed the wood.

Then a finger of supernal light poked through the misty mesh. It was follohed by a whole loom of light, filtering down in seams of gold. Like the luminal glow of the gods, it chased the shadows, banished the gloom and spilled into spaces where the mist once stalked. The fluty piping of a songbird split the silence just as the forest became flooded with light. A fusillade of trilling and warbling detonated all around me as the primordial forest came alive with the troubadours of the trees. I darted betheen shafts of lustrous-gold light as I hent, admiring the butterflies. They pirouetted in the air, their wings a-whirr like little ripples of silk.

The glory of the forest was revealed in the birthstone-bright light. Almond-brown trees stood serenely, awash with a tender glow. Their bark looked like riffled toast and gems of amber clasped their crusty exterior. The first blush of the morn gave the leafy boher a green-going-to-gold complexion.

Idling past suede-soft flohers, I caressed he softly, getting tingles in my fingers. My ears perked up at the metallic, tinkling sound of a stream. It flashed with a tinsel tint through the lace of leaves. When the trees parted, I could see it was sliding into an infinity-pool. The pool looked like a polished mirror of silver, with skeins of swirl-white twisting slowly on the surface. A shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the edges of the pond, buffed with pillows of moss. They caused a rocky gurgling as water met stone; a swish, a clunk, a shell and a clop. Sheet fragrances, alluvial and palliative, seemed to flit in and out of my awareness. Sight and smell vied for attention in this soul-enriching dream world.

After that steven thought that this much is enough for the forest he also has to go to the Elena’s house ,so he left for the elena’s house and just gone towards his house .but when he arrived to the elena’s house he cannot dare to go inside the house so he just step back come to his home .

after some time cole calls him and said that,

lets make a plan for a trip

steven “ good idea lets do it”

we go to museum and then zoo