username: Ucanthandleme
name: Amos
prompt:
Amos lifted his head looking at the slowly darkening sky. Trails of red, orange, yellow, being swallowed up by the ever expansive black inch by inch. Giving a sigh he looked at the trail in front of him, twigs, rocks and unknown berry bushes layered over the forest floor, yet there was still no proper path in sight. Amos was lost. Not the type of lost where you can walk around for a bit then find your destination, no, Amos was really lost. He was the sort of lost that they tell you to just stay in place and wait for rescue, but you think, ‘I’m sure i'm not that lost’ and wander further until you realise, now i’m really lost. Amos was the worst type of lost because nobody knew he had decided to take this spontaneous camping trip.
Lifting his hand to his bushy hair he rummaged around for a moment like one would in a bag. Amos’s hair was very thick and very curly, it was so tightly packed he could balance books on it, this made for a very safe and secure place to hide things. Amos had hid all sorts of things in his hair over the years; he’d hidden homework, oh no hair ate my homework, candy, the stuff at the movie theatre is too expensive, and it just so happens before his spontaneous camping trip he’d spontaneously hidden… a book. Crouching down while holding his head he wailed, why couldn’t he have spontaneously put a firework in his hair, or a locating beacon, or even extra food and water? Nope, all he put was a book, and this book happened to have a very appropriate name.
How to navigate the forest for dummies.
Surely this book would be useful, yes it would be, if he didn’t for some spontaneous reason decide to pack the french version, to which he can’t speak french. He let out another long wail into his hands before standing up. Let's be optimistic, he still had a tent, still had food and still had water which could last him for at least four days. Deciding to set up a tent he looked at the now pitch black sky, he needed light to put his tent up. Rummaging through his bag he abruptly pauses, wait a second how can he see his bag in the dark? Looking around he realised wherever he turned his head was illuminated. A spark was let off in his mind, when he heard a drip, drip, drip from his hair. He had totally forgotten before he had left for his trip he had broken a glow stick in his hair. Quickly turning around he saw a neon path of glow stick liquid in the direction he came from and with a great big smile he set off in the direction of the glow.
Reporters say a mysterious glowing creature with a round curly body was sighted in the forest wailing through the night.
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