Young Adult

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 4 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern and the Sea
The Lantern and the Sea On the edge of the world, where the ocean breathed in silver sighs and the stars dipped low enough to kiss the waves, stood a lighthouse unlike any other. It wasn’t tall and solemn like most, but round and warm, its stones flecked with seashells and coral. At its very peak, instead of a glass lamp, there floated a lantern woven from starlight itself. The villagers called it the Lantern of Tides, for when it glowed, the sea grew calm, and when it dimmed, storms came raging.
By Mr.Hilmand4 months ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Encounter (Part 1)
In the cloudy night rain fell in thin, silver streaks against the window of Emma’s small apartment, blurring the city lights outside into a smeared watercolor painting. She sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her shoulders, though it did little to ease the cold that seemed to seep from her chest.
By RAMA RYZ 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Echo of Nimbus
Adira's airship Windwhisper cut through the morning mist, its engines humming a lonely tune against the vast emptiness. Below, the world stretched green and wild, but ahead—ahead floated the bones of what once was Nimbus, the greatest of the sky cities.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
Haven's Rest
The gas gauge had been on empty for thirty miles when Sarah saw the sign: "Welcome to Haven's Rest - Pop. 247." She'd driven this stretch of Highway 191 a hundred times visiting her mother at the care facility, and there had never been a town here. Just endless scrub brush and the occasional roadkill.
By Autumn 4 months ago in Fiction
Sick and Sweet
There he goes, his sixth cigarette of the afternoon. It's not like when he's on a "power trip" (like last night), but even so, I know some kind of nonsense is about to start, and I'm going to have to play my part, too. It's a routine, it's destructive, and it's damn addictive.
By Maggie Z4 months ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel and the Dog
Description This is a guardian angel short story about a clumsy protector and the dog that will not leave him alone. It is an angel and dog story of loyalty, comedy, and the strange bond that builds between the two while the human remains unaware.
By Joey Raines4 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 4 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Corps. Content Warning.
Chapter Five It felt like falling without fear. Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long before he woke back up, but when his eyes opened, he wasn’t in his room. His eyes fought to adjust to the dim lighting. The air felt thick and dry, the heat burning his throat, making it hard to breathe. Even the ground, though soft, felt warm against his bare feet. By what little he could see, he figured he was in some sort of cave by the stone walls surrounding him. Judging by the vines on the walls and the floor, he had to be in either a swamp or jungle, but how did he get there?
By Christine St. Martin4 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 4 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 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 4 months ago in Fiction