Writing

I used to think that these woods were filled with fairytales. Werewolves, vampires, ghost, goblins, and so on. My mother told me I had quite an imagination. She said that those woods were filled with snakes, spiders, tigers, and every scary animal out there. You see there are two problems when you think about what’s in the enchanted forest. The first one, everybody is always right. The second one, everybody is always wrong