Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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A witch discovers they can hear the language of trees, uncovering a world of ancient magic and old evils.
Writings
Beneath the twilight canopy of whispering emerald,
the forest convenes in a shadowed symposium,
roots entwined in a labyrinth, ancient as murmurs,
where fungi weave through the dark loom of the soil.
These roots, they speak—a dialect of sugars and saps,
a currency flowing through the under-earth's veined map.
A birch in distress signals through the clan,
its leaves scribing tales of an old insect...
Druid’s are all connected to nature
A Shaman of trees
Nature will prevail
Hidden in the forest vines strangle the trees life blood
Fungus grows to kill the roots of the forest
Home to millions of hidden animals
Leaves feel the seasons
A dying leaf emits a spearmint unheard of to the human ears
Connected to the earth
Salvation to many
Magic of natural selection and creation spring forth
Li...
Celeste’s eyes widened as belladonna laughed a deep menical laughter. Her eyes glowed red and her face grew pale as she shuffled forward towards the Elder oak tree with both arms outstretched and stiffened. Black bile spilled from her mouth as the shade continued to cackle from inside her body.
Raising a fist, Celeste quickly realized that there was nothing she could do without losing Belladonna ...
Dreathing deeply as she walked across a narrow wooden bridge, Celeste noticed that it smelled like it did after a rain storm. The bridge crossed over a massive river at the narrowest and fastest moving location to connect what Tabitha called the “elder forest” to what she called the “young forest.” Water rushing by created a noise laugh enough to drown out the ambient noise of the forest, includin...
A girl sat in an old ocean which was now a desert, in a handmade home made of sea glass and ship sails. And the table in front of her whimpered under the thin red cloth covering it. She tried to block it out and focus on meticulously scraping all the possible nourishment of the remnants of fish still left on her plate, but the table groaned and sighed every time the thick clay plate pressed on it’...
"Crone, mother, maiden. Holy host of hellful fires, fill me now, see my desire." The women danced around the fire, chanting and writhing, moving as one in the moonlight.
"Blood, bones, skin. Sister to sister, breath and kin, see us now, forgive our sins.” One of the women broke free of the circle to sprinkle herbs from an unmarked bag onto the fire; the roar of the flame intensified for a moment...
(Gordan’s pov)
After a while of being dragged, we got to a mini prison.
“We’ll stop here for the night. Lock him up.” The woman commanded. I was thrown into a small metal box. There was no openings except for small airholes I could barely stick my finger through. There was nothing I could do but wait. Despite having little room to move around, I was able to sit down and fall asleep.
I was transp...
My back to the woods, I hear a voice whisper.
“Come in, come in.”
Twisting my head the echoes go dead, while the woods begin to sing.
“Terrible moss and air driven mad.”
The woods stop their idle sway, standing too still the stones call shrill as they drag through the river slowly.
My back to the tree I hear a sound come to me.
Something with many voices, many around. It sings and it kicks an...
(Pria’s pov)
“RUN!” Gordan shouted. We scrambled like mad outside of the cave.
“You cannot leave.” A woman’s voice boomed across the woods. “We have you surrounded.” Another net flew silently towards Gordan from behind. With a swift motion he ducked under it. “I don’t want to hurt you young one. But I won’t hesitate if I must.” The woman declared.
“Then show yourself.” Gordan called out. A woman...