The Thing

by hello.com

October 24, 2021

There, Sidney Maple walks through the quiet crept forest.

As she suddenly hears a tap, tap, tap.

She slowly turns, as she suddenly gasps in horror,

She sees it,

The Thing.

There, the forest goes muffled,

Just as if nothing had ever come into it on that cold autumn night.

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Comments (3)

hello.comOct 25, 2021

Thank you so much, i really apriacte this kind comment. i hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

halomusicOct 25, 2021

I like what you've done with the suspense, no doubt you'll become an even greater poet someday

hello.comOct 24, 2021

Hello, I'm 15 and is like to become a decent poet someday! And I know I'm not the best, but I hope people could give me feedback on how to become better. I'd appreciate it a ton, but if you read this and liked it thank you so much! I'd totally be interested in hearing peoples feedback!