Also called Indian Pipe, this tiny flower makes no chlorophyll, but grows from decaying leaves on the forest floor. This girl came to me dressed as a 17th century New England Puritan, but so far has kept her story a secret. What is her name? Was she hung for witchcraft? Did she accidentally gather poisonous mushrooms? Did she die of a broken heart? Why does she haunt her woods?
If YOU write her story and post it in the comment section here, I will send you a FREE 5x7 print of her! Please include your email or a way I can contact you for your mailing address. No matter how short or long, silly or sad, just make sure her story is spooky! Happy haunting!
3 comments:
Oh this is lovely Kristina! And such a nice idea to write her story :)
I shall have to get my thinking cap on *grins*
Ooooh, fun! you KNOW I love a good ghost story....I will put this one on my list and mull it over....bwahaha....
I finally was able to get on your blog and see the work you told me about. For some reason, I couldn't get on your blog before. It wouldn't let me. Beautiful work! I think she might be my ancestor!
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