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Whispering Woods Biomass
"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."
Andrea CorwinPublished 14 days ago in FictionBuilding agency and resilience
As someone diagnosed with autism, an anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), and chronic pain, here's the deal:
Spencer GoldadePublished 29 days ago in LongevityTherapist
I went to the therapist. He wanted to know if I’m still thinking about her? Well, I wake up every morning and I reach for her.
Archery OwlPublished 17 days ago in PoetsGoddess of Vengeance
“They are getting closer, Saoirse,” the trees whisper, “You need to hide.” My blood pounds in my ears and my chest feels heavy with doubt. What if I never make it to Serpent Cove? I shake my head as if to rid myself of the thought. Fear would not overtake my mind or shorten my strides. I could not stop; not yet. I had to gain more ground even though my body was giving out and the necromancers were closing in. If I were to be caught, I would never get another chance.
Justine SeifertPublished 14 days ago in FictionZoe
What line separates the Rumble of the wheels From the Howl of the wolves? _ Can you find it Here In the endless prefabrication?
Roderick MakimPublished 13 days ago in PoetsWhen the Good Guys Won
When the pitchforks and torches finally came and those in power cooperated or ceded control, the demand was simple: Do what we know you can do.
Enchanted Elms
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.
Kent BrindleyPublished 14 days ago in Fiction(eclipse)
Each of us Comes to a point when, Life Itself is overshadowed by the People we love. Something within us shifts and...
John DodgePublished 14 days ago in PoetsFucked Up Fairytales - An Unofficial Challenge
I've just had my birthday, so I feel allowed to ask you to indulge me. Get your tiniest pen out! How is that for an image? I was going for "fucked up fairies". What do you think? I was hoping to get one where someone is passed out and someone else is drawing genitalia on his or her face, but this is OK.
L.C. SchäferPublished 19 days ago in WritersI Leave With Grace
Acceptance is not necessarily within the definition of defeat, Or so I’ve discovered in recent years, I’ve grown to learn the lessons you sent my way,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 15 days ago in PoetsMother Nature
Every time I set my glass down, it leaves a ring. Cool water in that familiar shape of infinity. Little planet of molecules, combed right out of the air, as if cloud carried.
Jen Parkhill “JP”Published 13 days ago in PoetsThe forest holds memories
When Catie woke up, she found herself in a sunny forest. She stood up and tried to remember how she got there... "Hello?" – the girl shouted hoping that someone would be there. Her word echoed far among the trees. No answer...
The Elderwood
The last time I saw my father he was being carried into town without his head. There was no mistaking him though, no other had so many bands about their arms, not even our Hôlff.
Blake BoothPublished 14 days ago in FictionDream Catcher
Even on days such as this, your name tugs at my tongue. Clairvoyance would surmise that your presence in my head is your mirror.
Skylar CallahanPublished 17 days ago in PoetsThe Development
“My name is Kami,” she said. Paul hadn’t asked. He had barely glanced at her as he walked by the bus stop. She was sitting on a dirty bench under the straight arch of clear plastic, with graffiti covering the walls and bisecting the scene at her back.
Alison McBainPublished 16 days ago in FictionMindful feet
I’m a life-long depressive, but I’ve mostly learned how to live with it. I can recognise when it’s getting worse, I know what helps and what doesn’t. I’ve read all the books and tried all the things and found what works for me. One of the things I tried along the way was mindfulness.
Alice ElizabethPublished 14 days ago in Journalwink
Pale Cheshire grin cracks black velvet indicative of some celestial cheekiness - what mischief does this silver eye spy
Sara LittlePublished 15 days ago in PoetsPride Comes Before the Fall
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.
Isabella RosePublished 14 days ago in FictionChessboard
Hello there. Are you afraid? You really shouldn’t be. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s too late for that anyway. Come sit. You must be tired. Your feet are calloused. Your eyes are sun-blind. Your throat is still hoarse, unless I miss my guess. I don’t know why you all scream. There’s really no point.
Amelia MoorePublished 14 days ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in Whispering Woods Challenge
The Legend of Ardanor
The trees are talking. At least that's what it sounded like to Rin, he could hear the birds tweeting, and the rustling of leaves replying. He imagined deep and long conversations happening between all the creatures of the forest and the trees of old.
Liam StormPublished 17 days ago in Fiction