Lover’s Bramble

Lover’s Bramble by Andrew Borck | @bfriendlygiant We are ghosts, summoned out of the aether for that which is too much for those on the material plane to handle. We are summoned through knots, which vary based on the need and the person tying them. … Continue readingLover’s Bramble

The Former Warden

The Former Warden by Paul E. Olson Bren carefully settled the heavy basket next to the holly tree and stood. Absentmindedly looking about, he ran a hand through his light brown hair. He stood taller than most and had a barrel chest that heaved as … Continue readingThe Former Warden

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The Gathering

The Gathering by Lee McKeeman   Barth felt the tug of the call. A knot had been tied, a plea rang out, and he was part of the forest’s answer. It would go on this way until the forest felt his service was complete. “Bent … Continue readingThe Gathering

Midnight Council

Midnight Council by Kristan R. Kelskar   Oh my. Who have we here? In these late midnight hours? Who rumbles through this old abandoned inn in this old abandoned part of the woods? A new haunting? Nah! Too much light in this ruin of a … Continue readingMidnight Council

The Shrike

The Shrike by Sam J. Brougher   Nali stumbled through the dark wood as fast as she could. She glanced back, saw nothing, and slipped over a moss-covered boulder. Her legs split painfully, banging her rear knee into the boulder. She rolled, tumbling down the … Continue readingThe Shrike


Twainward by Tyler Kalicicki   The forest had drawn silent all around Mikael. Small birds and other prey could sense the hunger in the gathered predators and were keen to avoid being the next target. Shrill shrieks came from the two gliders in front of him … Continue readingTwainward

Jesse’s Bramble

Jesse’s Bramble by Martin Karsten / @apeot1980 Jesse woke to the sound of claws scratching over the roof and was immediately aware of a whole tapestry of sounds filling the little hut that was home: Roots burrowing through the floorboards, branches slapping against the Karstwalls … Continue readingJesse’s Bramble


Twinborn by Devin A. Poet   With a scream and a squelch the fight ended. Tom lay on wet moss, breathing deeply and waiting for feeling to come back to his arms and legs.  As the soft light faded from the silver runes of his … Continue readingTwinborn