the forestverse is an assortment of short stories & flash fiction that play in a universe centered in and around The Forest. most of these stories are completely independent of each other, those which are not can still be read & enjoyed as standalones. stories sorted in order of me writing them <3
breaking out of darkness, finding it between us instead
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[ID: #FFF 368 Spectrum of Chaos]
This prompt has been brought to you by someone who wishes to remain anonymous; thank you very much! What is unraveling that is causing so much mischief? Did a butterfly flap its wings? Or is a giant creature from outer space attacking the planet! Who is causing what? And why? We want to know! Come write somethingâanything and tell us!!!
I always feel so cheated in stories when characters are walking around with this Big Guilt and then...you find out that the thing wasn't their fault at all. And not in a "they thought they did it but it turns out they were set up" way, or even a "accepting that just because they did A which caused B which caused C it doesn't mean C was their fault", way but where they finally lay out the sequence of events and it's clear that any thinking person would not connect them. Like, fucking commit!!! The character isn't LESS compelling if they actually did the thing! You can't have the haunted brooding meow meow who is...also completely blameless
LAWS OF CASTING | Storm Keys | Snippet | 156 words
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          âYou okay?â Nari asked.
          âYeah, Iâm fineâŚâ Vianna said, glancing around the group. âBut whereâs Levina?â
          Just as Nari went to speak, the sound of tearing metalâsimilar to a tortured, grueling shriekâturned their heads. It came from about a dozen cabins ahead. Followed by a manâs yell and the destruction of over a dozen cabin doors as the man crashed through all of them.
          He flew past everyone else, crashing into the end of their cabin. The metal bar wrapped around his body pinned him to the floor. It was one of the trainâs safety poles. Warped and repurposed.
          He broke into pathetic cries as a pair of boots clicked further down the train. Levina strode toward everyone at an even pace, eyeing her unfortunate opponent at his spot on the grooved floor. Sparks of electricity from the lights overhead framed her entrance.
          A new pair of dangling spike earrings highlighted the sharpness in her eyes.
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cilly! thank you so much! starting with probs the hardest question đ
14. piece of media that left a lasting impact on you?
quite generally, i think most media left a lasting impact on me, even if i don't notice, even if i don't remember the media itself anymore. just like. on the basis that we can't really escape the way it contributes to socialization and stuff. but in the sense of what media is still present within me, what media still means a lot to me and influenced my creativity the most or the most obviously, i'd say:
1. Inkheart (the whole series) by Cornelia Funke for the love of magic, nature, books, darkness in a gentle manner
2. Graceling by Kristin Cashore for a cool female protagonist (she's a killer!) and! a sex-scene where the protagonist takes contraceptives in a high-fantasy world. was very meaningful to me. the main characters do the do once and then don't end up together eventhough the guy is in love. stellar.
3. Russian Doll for the excellent time loops. a lot of media for the time loops but russian doll scratches an itch. i need to rewatch.
22. favourite time of day/night?
2am even though i don't really experience this anymore. i have grown so old. i now have to work and my body can't cope anymore on 5 hours of sleep. but it's just!!! everyone is asleep (even me, now) and there are stars! and! no one will call you! nothing bad happens at 2am!!!
23. a hobby you tried but didnât stick with?
soooo many but imma go with crocheting :(( i tried, in theory it's easy but in reality you have to focus and count and my loops always get so tiny and ugh. still want to learn crocheting and/or knitting though. vital skills imo
The four most interesting parts of time loop are when the person kills themselves for the first time, when they kill someone else for the first time (in a fuck around kind of way, this doesn't count if they already were killing people outside of the loop), how they break the loop, and the weeks afterward where they loose their fucking minds in an entirely different, significantly more damaging to the world around them way. And yet I rarely see anything done with that last one. People leave time loops and are all happy go lucky 'oh boy'. Where's the grappling with people you know who will never know you? Where's the knowledge that the safety of the loop is gone, and you can't fix any mistakes you make? That's the good angst I want
Flash Fiction Friday is a fun writer event thatâs meant to inspire, share and connect writings of all genres and writers of all ages. Itâs designed to make people want to write, especially if theyâre feeling blocked. Everyone and everything is welcome! We always do our very best to keep the promptâs genre open, entertaining, positive and encouraging.
â¨This is how it works:
Write between 100-1000 words. It can be any genre, in any text format and 18+ is fine by us â but tag your works with any appropriate content warnings and let the reader know what theyâll find before they get the chance to read your work!
Use this Fridayâs theme in your text, in any way you see fit. This means that your text is newly written for the prompt by you. We do not allow any contributions created or aided by AI/LLM.
Post on your tumblr blog and remember to tag us at @flashfictionfridayofficialâ! So weâll see it, read it and reblog it! (No need to ask for permission or to get added to a list to join in. Just write and have fun!)
The deadline is 24 hours after the prompt has been issued (12 pm CE(S)T).
Please post your entries as regular posts, not screenshots â or provide the text as a regular post as well. Letâs keep everything as accessible as possible!
New for the fanfic-writers among you: tag your fandoms correctly and remember we now have an Ao3 collection (âFlashFictionFridayâ)
We do not condone fiction, asks or comments that glorify: direct hostility, unconstructive critique, LGBTQIA+ hate, slurs, racism and/or general no-no behaviors.
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â¨All your amazing works from last week can be found HERE.
Go check them out and consider supporting your fellow FFF writers with some likes and reblogs!
⨠And now, the new prompt!
[#FFF367 If It's True]
This prompt has been brought to you by someone who wishes to remain anonymous; thank you very much! If only the surprising, the exciting, the wonderful thing were true, how different would the world be? Or perhaps it is true? It may be hard to believe, but then reality can be stranger than fiction. What possibility do you want to explore? What's the thing that keeps you wondering if it's real? Go on, tell us!
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I am dying for your touch (touch! oooh!)
canât believe Iâm out of luck (luck! oooh!)
now Iâm still in our old place
still have this feeling that I canât place
my hands cold and so translucent
so deeply longing for you movement
(pre-chorus)
skin on skin
my breathâs so thin
oh, you heartâs beat
itâs deafening
hold me close!
(chorus)
do you remember when the days were brighter?
all my worries safe in your hands
I did not yet understand how lucky I had been
back then I felt so weightless in your arms
but now that I am gone thereâs nowhere I belong
Iâm longing for your pretty life - its essence
give me your touch for that sweet remembrance
(sweet! oooh!)
(verse2)
I am dying for your touch (touch! oooh!)
but without you I will be stuck (stuck! oooh!)
canât move on to the next phase
will roam this place until I will fade
at least I still can see you clearly
oh, rest assured, I miss you dearlyÂ
(bridge)
your fingers on my face
thereâs nothing Iâd rather embrace
I love to have you near me
but if I feel your warmth for only one second
does that not also mean good-bye?
how can I lose you if I move on into the afterlife?
A little magic system reminder: If a human touches a ghost, it reminds the ghost of life and hence their own mortality, which allows them to move on. So in this song the ghost basically longs to be alive to be able to feel touch again, but also in a way to feel touch in order that they can move on.
I think making character playlists is good for you and connected to analysis skills in a very fun way and low investment way. I know its seen as quite trivial but to me it operates the same way looking at a lot of art builds ur skills passively. Yummy enrichment activity
character playlists are usually how I find out that a character isn't fleshed out enough. when I can't find at least three songs that fit them in any way, it's a sign. of course it could also be that I don't know the right songs, but then when I imagine to pitch this character to someone else to ask for help and nothing beyond generic and shallow comes to mind, I can be certain that the character is the issue.
also facades and false identities are so fun . many such variations.
someone accidentally slipping further into a facade than they intended . someone purposefully retreating further into a facade . someone accidentally dropping their normally impeccable facade for a moment . someone purposefully letting their facade down as a taunt or mockery or in a genuine way because they're finally in a situation where they don't need the facade anymore . someone whose facade really is just a tool that they have complete control over and it never falters or fails . someone whose facade is the opposite and they're having a really bad time trying to maintain their facade or trying to maintain their true self under the facade . many such good options. all fun.
i love you facades and false identities and presentations of the self and separation of aspects of the self and
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It's Flash Fiction Friday and that's perfectly normal!
⨠New to FFF? Let us fill you in!
Flash Fiction Friday is a fun writer event thatâs meant to inspire, share and connect writings of all genres and writers of all ages. Itâs designed to make people want to write, especially if theyâre feeling blocked. Everyone and everything is welcome! We always do our very best to keep the promptâs genre open, entertaining, positive and encouraging.
â¨This is how it works:
Write between 100-1000 words. It can be any genre, in any text format and 18+ is fine by us â but tag your works with any appropriate content warnings and let the reader know what theyâll find before they get the chance to read your work!
Use this Fridayâs theme in your text, in any way you see fit. This means that your text is newly written for the prompt by you. We do not allow any contributions created or aided by AI/LLM.
Post on your tumblr blog and remember to tag us at @flashfictionfridayofficialâ! So weâll see it, read it and reblog it! (No need to ask for permission or to get added to a list to join in. Just write and have fun!)
The deadline is 24 hours after the prompt has been issued (12 pm CE(S)T).
Please post your entries as regular posts, not screenshots â or provide the text as a regular post as well. Letâs keep everything as accessible as possible!
New for the fanfic-writers among you: tag your fandoms correctly and remember we now have an Ao3 collection (âFlashFictionFridayâ)
We do not condone fiction, asks or comments that glorify: direct hostility, unconstructive critique, LGBTQIA+ hate, slurs, racism and/or general no-no behaviors.
join us on discord | suggest a prompt | FAQ
â¨All your amazing works from last week can be found HERE.
Go check them out and consider supporting your fellow FFF writers with some likes and reblogs!
⨠And now, the new prompt!
[#FFF366 Broken Time]
This prompt has been brought to you by @cordeliahale ; thank you very much! When time itself is in disarray what happens? Who keeps track? Is it by the passing moments or is it memories that aren't available to be recovered? How did it even break? And in what way? Let us know!!! Go, hurry, write!!!!
Excerpt written for @flashfictionfridayofficial 's weekly prompt.
Her skin remained stubbornly cold and gray as she stared down at her hands. Like the statues lining the halls outside with their ever accusing eyes. Like the light-less stones on her desk. Empty and lifeless and useless.
A knock on the door had her pulling the white gloves back on. âEnter.â She straightened the dress and her hair as well, before catching sight of Ava stepping inside, and letting herself relax instead. âAva. Was there something you needed?â
âYour Grace?â
Dinâs hands braced on the desk.Â
The words, even as soft as they were, cut to her heart. Those same words over and over and over again.Â
âHow many times must I say it, dear?â She said over her shoulder with a slight laugh.
Dutiful as ever, Ava had stopped just inside the door, not even daring to enter further. Her hands folded in front of her, her head bowed. âI am your handmaiden, Your Grace.â
âAnd what does that matter, Ava?â Din snapped, spinning to fully face her. âHave I ever put space between us?â
Violet eyes met hers, brows furrowing as a strange emotion flickered across the normally stoic face. âI am Havenâs daughter by blood.â
âSo what? I donât care!â
âYou should, Your Graceââ
âSay my name!â
Ava's hand clenched, and her eyes hardened. But she didnât. She didn't say anything in fact. No, the perfectly trained and loyal handmaiden chose to look at the floor again. Instead of her.Â
After telling her what she should do. How she should behave.Â
Who she should be.
âGet out.â
Avameena didnât move.
âGet out! I said to leave and thatâs an order!â
Flinching, she gave a simple nod, still not looking up, and after the briefest pause, left.Â
The door closing was a physical blow that had Din falling to her knees. Her own mind even playing tricks on her, as, almost lost in the soft thud, she swore she heard Avaâs voice whisper, âIâm sorry, Din.â
