My Hell_The Community Speeches_The Woodsman and the Wolf_The Man who Lost his Face to Find his Place
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My Hell
TW: Suicide The night is dark. Darker than chocolate. You know what else is dark? People. Its been a week since I teleported into an unknown world. The people here look like humans, like you and me. But they have powers. Powers that are unusual. When we think of a supernatural power, we think about flying, shooting lasers out of our eyes, or reading minds. No dear reader. I'm not talking about those powers. These powers that these people hold dear is not supernatural. It is worse. They have the power to hurt or help. No, these people aren't dictators, theyre not gods. Though, they could be if ...
The Community Speeches
"Deep in the woods that lie beyond the city, over hills and mountains, there is a community of people that do not worship the normal gods that you would see in mythos or other religions. Instead, they worship one of the Earth. She accepts all ethnicities, genders, and sexual orientations without blinking an eye. She is graceful and elegant while being forever wild. She has the skin of peaches, hair as soft as the moss that covers the rocks in the river, a voice that sounds like the water as it runs over that moss, and eyes that can pierce souls. She is the Earth itself, as calm as a gentle bre...
The Woodsman and the Wolf
The frost lingering longer in the mornings let me know that winter was closing in on us yet again. I liked to blame the frost for my aching bones, for my needwww.onedoor.cc to linger under the covers next to my wife’s warm body. I had worked out in the woods all my life. I was used to the toll of being a woodsman. Never once did I think to blame the stiffness in my shoulders or my back on my advancing years. I would drop dead wielding an ax if it pleased God.A gentle laugh beside me served as a reminder that I had yet to rise from the bed. “Your sons have already taken themselves to the woods, Jean. I can h...
The Man who Lost his Face to Find his Place
Long ago, back when the trees were still learning how to grow, a man learned made a decision that caused him nothing but woe. For he was a lonely soul, living with his brother in a dreary hole. He never knew the kiss of a woman or the gentleness of a friendly hand.Half-man half-troll is what they called him, and no matter how short he trimmed his claws, his appearance made the townsfolk grim. His pimply face and left leg longer than his right, caused his hobbling to be a hideous sight, and it didn’t help that the lack of light deep in the woods turned his skin a pale white.The ma...