Brittany Moore
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Stories (14/0)
The Bog at the Edge of the World
There's a bog at the edge of the world where only frogs dare to go. At least, that’s what the legends say. To be fair, the legends also say that witches steal into your home and eat your babies, that swamp monsters lie in wait to wreck boats, and that you must wear something red while in the forest to ward off malicious fairies.
By Brittany Moore12 months ago in Fiction
For Anna
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle was fine, you see, for she was in a part of the forest that few wandered far enough to encounter, and if they did happen across the cabin, the candle would be the least of her worries.
By Brittany Moore2 years ago in Horror
The Dread of Ascica’ara
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but they came when she called. Among fire and smoke and the searing screams of the dying, she stood in the midst of chaos, bleeding sword held high above her head, and shattered the world with her warcry.
By Brittany Moore2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2022
Home to the OwlTop Story - February 2022
When I was a child, the hazy golden summer days stretched on forever, woodland fairies drifted through the towering trees of ancient forests, the wind whipped up tidal waves of dust containing fierce monsters vanquishable only by mighty swords made from wooden sticks, and bedtime stories were told to us by an owl in blue moonlight.
By Brittany Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Grief
Solitude in nature seems to be a universal coping mechanism for broken hearts and sad souls, she thought to herself as she wandered the rough trail. It was littered with autumn leaves that rustled beneath her feet and called out to their friends that still clung to brittle branches above. The lake to her left, around which the trail wound, was still and dark, reflecting both the grey sky above and the deep, cold emptiness she felt in her chest. The clouds were giants in the sky, so colossal that their movement was hard to detect, despite the constant wind that blew by. She wished they would fall and cover the world.
By Brittany Moore2 years ago in Fiction