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The Forest of the Forgotten
The Council of Shadows met in the hollow of an ancient oak tree so massive that its interior could house a dozen people comfortably. Amnity had been here only twice before—once when she'd first been recognized as a healer worthy of official notice, and once when she'd requested permission to gather rare ingredients from the protected groves. Both times, the experience had left her feeling small and overwhelmed by the weight of tradition and authority that seemed to seep from the very walls.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Fiction
The statue girl
In the center of the bustling city square stood a statue of a young girl. Her marble face was tilted upward as if gazing at the endless sky, her arms extended slightly as though reaching for something just beyond touch. She had been there for decades, weathered by time, rain, and sunshine, yet admired by thousands who passed her every day. To most people, she was nothing more than a work of art—a symbol of innocence carved in stone. But to those who stopped long enough, the “Statue Girl” carried an aura of mystery, as if she held a secret no one else could understand.
By Hasbanullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie woke to the sound of gentle rain pattering against Amnity's cottage windows, a soft rhythm that felt like Nova welcoming her back to consciousness. She was still wearing her festival dress from the night before, though someone—Amnity—had draped a quilt over her where she'd fallen asleep on the small couch.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger
The Stranger No sun for him but memories, no ground beneath his feet but nostalgia. He gazes through the windows of absence, at a homeland once called "home."
By Mohammed faqya 5 months ago in Fiction
Terrible As An Army With Banners
What is the story here? The sky is burning, and lightning splits the blackness of the night sky. There is a terrible army flying red banners, the colour of the blood they intend to spill, and they swarm into the city that they intend to lay waste to.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity was elbow-deep in organizing her festival booth when she heard footsteps on the path to her cottage. She looked up from the wooden crates she'd been arranging, her heart doing a small skip when she saw Ellie approaching through the dappled afternoon light.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Hole looked exactly the same as it always had—cluttered, chaotic, and filled with treasures from a dozen different worlds. But as Ellie stood in the doorway, taking in the familiar chaos with new eyes, she began to see patterns she'd never noticed before.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Fawn Who Forgot His Mother’s Words
The Fawn Who Forgot His Mother’s Words BY:Ubaid In the heart of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and thick shrubs, there lived a graceful doe with her delicate, beloved fawn. The little one was so small that he could barely stand on his wobbly legs when his mother had already begun teaching him the ways of the wild. She knew the forest was full of dangers, and she could not be certain how long she would remain by his side. Hunters roamed the woods with guns and traps, while lions, leopards, and wolves prowled in search of prey.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity's cottage felt like a sanctuary after the strange silence of the forest. She dropped her pack by the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scents of dried herbs and the lingering sweetness of yesterday's honey cakes. Everything was exactly as she'd left it—copper pots hanging from their hooks, wooden counters worn smooth by years of use, the cheerful clutter of a kitchen that was truly lived in.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
In This Memory
That we lived in the house so long after what happened is something I'll never understand. We sealed up her room but the house itself was an altar to her presence. You couldn't walk over a creaky floorboard or see a line on a wall from one of her markers that didn't flood your mind with memories so vivid and strong it felt like a stroke. God, did we miss her.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Fiction
The Old Woman Who Outsmarted the Tricksters
The Old Woman and the Two Tricksters BY:Khan Once upon a time, there was an old woman. She was on her way to the city, wearing all her jewelry. It wasn’t much—just a pair of gold earrings, a necklace, and some bangles—but it was all made of pure gold. Behind her trailed two tricksters. These men were clever, sly, and full of deceit. They were partners in crime, always looking for easy prey.
By Khan 5 months ago in Fiction