Microfiction
The Shadowed Coven
Within the depths of the shadowy forest, where moonlight struggles to breach the dense tree cover, exists a concealed realm of enchantment. In the midst of tangled roots and rustling leaves, whispers spread about a coven. A gathering of witches with power comparable to the ancient gods. Legend has it that those who enter their realm never escape. They become trapped eternally in the bewitching forest’s web of enchantment.
By Brenda Fluharty2 years ago in Fiction
Peace & The Talking Flower
Let Nature be your teacher. - William Wordsworth. Once upon a time, there was a dark blonde haired, rosy-cheeked, bubbly, free-spirited, caring, and adorable 8-year-old girl named Peace. She lived in a comfy, cottage-resembling, gorgeous, little mahogany house on top of a green hill, surrounded by a large variety of plants and trees. Nature and the outdoors were Peace’s best friends; she’d notice the flowers greet the sun and clouds, frolic in the rain and puddles, cuddle with the trees, and take afternoon naps on the grassy green hills. These were the simplest things that fed her soul every spring.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Fiction
Wasp Talk. Content Warning.
Introduction This is inspired by a few things: My friend Chris said wasps were the football hooligans of the insect world, my recent post where I stated that some people are only happy when they are miserable or have something to complain about, and the book I am reading, "The Roaches Have No King" by Dabiel Evan Weiss which is about New York Apartment life observed by cockroaches.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
