Inferno: The Pine Barrens (NJ/USA)

A Story by Abishai100

A man retreats for forest-consciousness and encounters a snake-humanoid specter for drawing of (immortal) special teams.

Pine Barrens forest set spook/metaphysics tale. Thanks for reading,

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I was tired of civilization. I wanted to find some campfire consciousness for human isolation for pensive thoughts about return to natural state living, and while this sounded cliched and known for my tech-industry world of Earth labors of machinery and capitalism, I felt this retreat side of languages cast me as especially unique for what I'd consider my private inquiry about the graphics of Earth organic-life self-consciousness (for the Ego).

I decided to get rugged and found only basic survival gear and a light for vision and night-time visibility and brought only my journal and basics for forest living. I then took a rented classic white auto for self-focus and darted to the rich/thick Pine Barrens forest of New Jersey (American Homeland), where varied campfire specter-tales of cryptic mysticism made for some nifty self-consciousness 'views' of escapism for personalized 'Selfie' jitters. I suddenly felt like I was inside Walden (somehow).

So, I found myself in that pocket of Earth life, inside the forest of the Pine Barrens, where campfire tales were rather richly considered. I jotted in my journal day-to-day while wandering around, and one day finding a stone-wall relic for meditations. I then decided this retreat from civilization would create some inner-space feelings of jitters for real fiction and story-writing (sure). I had no idea such creative private space of isolation consciousness would draw to me a specter from the Inferno, the bottomless pit of infinite darkness and mystery. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like!).

SPECTER-WOMAN: You find me unusual looking but feminine, Earth man.

ME: Well, I doubt you're a known being of Earth category, but you're snake?

SPECTER-WOMAN: You may compare me to knowns of Earth myth or history!

ME: Yes, you've the visage of some canonical anti-deities of comic monsters.

SPECTER-WOMAN: You're crafting some escapism journal for nature-walkers?

ME: That's the truth, specter...I guess you're somehow my underworld guide!

SPECTER-WOMAN: I message from the dark-side of dreams, from the Inferno.

ME: As I know from my college studies from Dartmouth, 'Inferno' is a Hell-can.

SPECTER-WOMAN: You're not far from truth, Earth man, for my art is paradox.

ME: Well, I guess I've become your writer-diplomat for all things Inferno!

SPECTER-WOMAN: Craft mortality weave; I'd concur our mission is shared.

ME: I therefore endeavor to make mark of such an 'Inferno' jar, demon.

SPECTER-WOMAN: Godspeed, Earth man, for the Pine Barrens can shield you.

ME: Facebook-like (for the Ego)...farewell.

(Adapted) STORY_EXCERPTS: "The Earth prince...driven by nature's curiosity...set-out to the New Jersey Homeland (American) woods where he penned furious notes on the qualia of organic life mysteries and even escapism...he made campfire to make meditations on mortality and drew on his (inherited?) Catholic good-faith of incomplete-distances readings of the dualism of darkness and light for humility/humor...and the protagonist-prince found Rationalism for in-woods man bureaucracy distance...and as he penned the irony of wrought nature-life field goals, he was approached by a snake-woman of ghost-dimension presence who insisted he glimpsed the eternity of the Inferno...and the mystery of the perdition-jardiniere of the inescapable Lake of Fire (wow)."