The Forest Hag
(or, My Lives Pass Through Me In Silence)
More more more. Always always always.
Life passes through me as though I am nothing but a conduit, refusing to lend me a speck of grace, that I may make something of this life that is more than just survival. I have sinned in other lives, but I have been wronged more than I have sinned. If I need harder punishment, then force me to remember all of my wrongdoings. But give me something, give me a spark, a seed, a morsel on which to live this fleeting life.
The Cold Daughter, the Great Bear, the cat, the hag, the Lost Woman of the Woods, she who is silent, she who is alone. So many lives solus in the forests of this world. Solitude and leaves, dirt and sunlight, snow and fur. The peace I receive whilst alone is tied to how much the earth takes from me; it wishes to reintegrate my entire being, body and soul, into its pulsing life. I was never meant to be real.
About the Creator
Ava Alder
I come from a family of writers and have been writing stories since I was very small. Outside of writing, I study neuropsychology and work heavily with people who suffer from PTSD, sexual assault/domestic abuse, and dissociative disorders.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Comments (1)
Creative one , felt it