Fantasy
FORGIVENESS
In the heart of the spiritual forest of Ola, nestled along with ancient oak trees and calming streams, lived a powerful witch named Dion. With big hypnotizing brown eyes, that sparkled like the stars and hair as dark as the night, she was respected by the woodland creatures and feared by many humans.
By Jocelyn Whaley3 years ago in Fiction
Enchanted Elms. Top Story - April 2024.
The twins had wandered too far and lost their way. They had left home that morning for a day of adventure. The king and queen had specifically warned them against traveling too far; had even reminded the prince and princess to stay protective of one another. Princess Alana had remembered their parents' directions and meant to abide by it; Prince Meric either hadn't remembered his parents' advice or, as usual, had chosen to ignore their words.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Woods Biomass. Top Story - April 2024.
"There is danger at the edge," Irene told the newly born sapling. "I don't understand, Mother." "I did my best to birth you deep inside our forest hamlet, but destructive humans come deeper each day. Flying objects called buzzers zoom over my head and those of my relative, noisily searching for new playgrounds."
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Nearer to the Light. Honorable Mention in The Unhappy Ending Challenge.
"And it's here, above me, that once in five or ten years, these huge Dipterocarp trees burst forth and turn the billowing rainforest of Sumatra into a riot of colour as one species after another comes into flower..."
By Stephanie Ginger3 years ago in Fiction
A Stranger in the Clearing
The sun hung low in the sky, beams of light sparkling between the tree branches. A pinkish-orange glow painted the horizon and the clouds above, as though their brilliant white had been dyed by wildflowers. The color would fade to blackness soon enough, but, for now, a few precious minutes of glory remained to be enjoyed. The young elm delighted in the feeling of evening sunlight on its leaves. Of all the sunlights, evening was its favorite, dusk in particular. Greater trees thrived in the afternoon brilliance, when the burning heat fed their towering forms and cast dappled light through their innumerable leaves. For the elm, afternoon often became cold; the sunlight above grew weaker with every layer of leaves it passed through, and by the time it hit the elm’s branches, it might as well have been the dying breath of a honey bee. The elm could feel it, but reached no deeper than the surface.
By Emily Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten Realm
In a world where ancient magic still thrives, and legends whisper of forgotten realms, there existed a small village nestled between towering mountains and lush forests. This village, known as Eldoria, was home to a young adventurer named Aria. With eyes that gleamed with curiosity and a heart filled with courage, Aria yearned for more than the mundane routines of her quaint village life.
By Hasnain Raza3 years ago in Fiction
A Fanny Full of Wasps. Runner-Up in Whispering Woods Challenge.
I never thought my sister would die. Oh, I know her death was natural, expected. She, of all people, had been firmly rooted in such things, in the give and take of nature. Tender protection of it, and respect for its savage edge. If I'd thought of her end at all, it was the back of her, dwindling from view and swallowed by summer trees. Her stumping off to the woods in her big boots and enormous overcoat with that ancient loyal mutt at her side... and simply never coming back.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Pride Comes Before the Fall. Top Story - April 2024.
I stretched in a vain attempt to wake myself up, to just make myself a bit taller, to simply push away the constricting dirt that imprisoned me under the cold surface of the earth. The sunlight beamed as I made my last attempt at growing taller.
By Isabella Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Woods
I stopped listening five minutes ago. Not that she’s noticed. She’s too busy snatching items out of her handbag and crashing them down on the counter. Her neck is red and blotchy, her mouth snapping open and closed like Jaws. And right now, I’d rather take my chances with a man-eating shark than…
By Caroline Craven3 years ago in Fiction
