Fable
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie hadn't planned on saying goodbye to anyone. The plan had been simple: prepare the mirrors, wait for Amnity to finish with the Council, and slip quietly into another world in search of answers about a past she couldn't remember. Clean, efficient, uncomplicated by sentiment or second thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
You and that Rascally Rabbit. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
Youโre born in a rural hometown, in the backroom of a mom and pop hardware store because your motherโs water broke three weeks early while they were shopping for a new hammer because your dad needed, he just needed, that new hammer because he couldnโt get the baby room finished just right.
By Amos Glade4 months ago in Fiction
The Allegory of the Hidden Fountain
โWe live many lives within the span of one, and each teaches us how to walk the next.โ Prologue โ The Longing There were stories told in the hush before dawnโstories of a spring that could unbind time. Some said it hid beneath the ribs of mountains, others that it pooled beneath an old ruin where ivy learned the names of stones. The stories disagreed on the map, but none argued with the ache. The ache was universal. It hummed beneath the skin of the world like a second pulse: the wish not merely to live longer, but to live truer, to be held by something that did not end.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Fiction
Don't go in the Attic. AI-Generated.
Don't Go in the Attic Chapter One: The Sisters Glenda Brady was the kind of woman who wore diamonds to breakfast and tantrums to dinner. She had never been told โnoโ without retaliation. Her older sister Carmen, by contrast, preferred the quiet hum of soil and sun. While Glenda chased champagne and silk, Carmen nurtured tomatoes and silence.
By Cindy Gimnes4 months ago in Fiction
Chrysalis. Content Warning.
The faint sound of water dripping pierces the chilled air of the cave, echoing like a clock in its cavernous throat. A grand space, the mouth opens wide, revealing a nearly empty chamber decorated with slick stones and a small pool of water in the center. Complementing the interior of the cave lies a stone slab in the corner, the stage of a makeshift workshop. The workshop held a pieced-together mess.
By Roman Hale4 months ago in Fiction
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 beforeโonce 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 4 months ago in Fiction
Pantheon of the Discarded
โThe silence of things is not empty โ it is a chorus of what we have forsaken.โ The Reading Room had not been entered in years. Dust clothed the air in a gauzy hush, drifting like a patient spirit. A draft whispered through a crack in the wall, carrying the faint scent of rain, as though the outside world strained to remind the room of its forgotten kinship with earth and sky. The fluorescent lights, when they finally stuttered awake, hummed with sterile insistence. The space felt less like a room and more like a reliquary โ a vault where time itself had been left to stiffen and settle.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Fiction
