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The forest was one of those places which had no palpable reason to exist. It was a creaking shack created by nature to serve as a reminder that things could always be much, much worse. The unnatural, choking mist that swirled and sprawled on the forest floor was the first thing that spoke of a strange sort of wrongness. The sickly white substance seemed to possess liquid properties which only reminded of the maggot-like texture of the eyes of a dead man who had been forgotten in his apartment for a few months, ready to burst at the slightest touch. The smoke made no sound however and only parted to swallow up her feet as she marched upon the giant dead, festering eyeball of the forest floor. The sound of mushy and dead leaves whispered from under the skin of the mist.

Miyamoto Shiroi described this, June 27, 2014.
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All the trees were tightly-knit, just one strand in a massive web of life. Green leaves, yellow leaves, red leaves. It was a rainbow of rich, autumnal colours. The scent of earth and water drifted through the air. It was a picture of serenity, one which would endure for many long years.

ec1aire described this, July 14, 2014.
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She dashed through the woods, leaping over thin winding creaks and the slippery rocks. She dodged and zipped past rotting oak trees and under lowered and snapped branches. Everything blurred into dizzying blend of earthly colours. The earth was wet and moist under her bare pink skin. She jumped into a muddy brook, swollen by the recent rains, soaking up her dress. The woods began to widen and thin layers of fallen pine needles and sentinels disguised the perilous and rocky terrain. She ran besides the twisted creek which was mirrored the deep greens of the trees. She leaped over a fallen pine tree which had damned the flow. She opened her ears to the mouth of the treetops and listened to the trees, as they sang the songs of life.

charlottealison described this, May 15, 2014.
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Dark spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.

found in “White Fang”, authored by Jack London. daisy added this, May 13, 2012.
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The woods, serene, calm, beautiful, natures garden. Oaks, Beech, Silver Birch, Holly bushes, winding path of mud gets boggy in places as it falls into gullies and rises up the hill, Sound or tinkling water, a stream rushes by in it's steep sided ditch, splashing on the rocks, cascading down small waterfalls, carrying twigs and leaves into small natural dams, leaves dance gaily on trees up above, dapple the light, intermittent shade, bird song rises and falls in sweet melodious chorus, snow drops amidst the trees, squirrels scamper and scurry up and down tree trunks.

angela described this, March 1, 2012.
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The ground of these forests, formed from the remains of trees falling, in successive generations, for centuries, is most eccentric: sometimes raising itself in the shape of a mountain, to descend suddenly into a muddy swamp, peopled by hideous alligators wallowing in the green slime, and by millions of mosquitoes swarming amidst the fetid vapours exhaled, sometimes extending itself endlessly in plains of a monotony and regularity truly depressing.

found in “The Bee Hunters”, authored by Gustave Aimard. mikeb added this, December 8, 2013.
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The drone of insects humming started the usual routine of awaking dawn. Slowly, the forest came alive with the layers of sounds echoing in the cold morning air. Little frogs croaked under large, broad leaves. The webs were stringed with delicate drops of morning dew, glistening in the first shards of sunlight. While the all the humans were still asleep in slumber land, the animals in every corner of the earth are awaiting for a new dawn.

wong.junmei described this, May 30, 2014.
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deep green pine forest, forest floor covered in dry brown needles, lake of brackish water, reflection of tall pines in the lake, fallen tree rotting in the lake now a hiding place for fish, lily pads, flowers basking in the sunlight, dragonflies.

charlie described this, March 23, 2012.
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The bushes and trees of low growth had disappeared, to make room for gigantic mahogany trees, century old cork trees, and the acajou, whose sombre branches formed a vaulted roof of green eighty feet above his head. The path had grown wider, and stretched, in a gentle incline, towards a hillock of moderate height, entirely free from trees.

found in “The Bee Hunters”, authored by Gustave Aimard. mikeb added this, December 8, 2013.
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Wide path, trees thinning, denser undergrowth, glade encircled by trees, babbling brook, stream, waterfall, ground gently rising, low wooded knoll, rocky cliff, rotting trees clawed by bears, witches broom high up in the pines.

angela described this, December 3, 2011.
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Darkly foreboding, ominous sounds, creaking, whispering trees, thicker leaves and thick undergrowth at the forest edge, overhanging branches, narrow and twisting path, denser wood, choked with brambles, matted undergrowth, thick bushes, ditch, sprawling branches, stiff branches.

angela described this, December 3, 2011.
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innumerable sizes and shapes, massive girth, mighty oaks, towering glaucous pines, trunks straight, bent, twisted, gnarled, knotted, leaning, squat, green with moss, shaggy, slimy, lichen covered, interlacing roots, thick undergrowth, huckleberry bushes, ferns, no undergrowth, bare earth, barren.

angela described this, December 3, 2011.
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Green leaves, full of animals.

magmabuzz described this, March 5, 2012.