Welcome to Fiction Forest
Step into the enchanting world of Fiction Forest, where imagination blossoms and stories come to life. This magical realm is the creation of a passionate young author, whose words weave tales that captivate and inspire readers of all ages. Learn more about the author and her vision for Fiction Forest here.
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Champagne Problems
Laboured and exhausted, my efforts put to wasteFor one’s mighty throne, perched high above,Their view veiled by the power held over the chasteUndeserving of being desired, in whichever form may come Your culinary cravings, your yearns for absurdYour inane habits, unquestionable reasoningsThough I should be grateful, for I have an asylum to rest my headScraps
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The Boulder Of Wrath (Chapter Nine)
I am thrown into an adjoining cell. I fall to the floor, it’s cold and uneven. The cracks in the stone are sharp and wide. I look to my right to see Rowan in a pondering state. His legs crossed and arms relaxed. His eyes are closed, practising his meditative state. Relief washes through me.
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“Power Move: No Skill Needed, Just Be Amused By Confusion”, Would’ve Been The Best Way (Chapter Eight)
The trek to the forest isn’t very far, mainly because Row just apparates there. We enter and begin the hunt. Babau are currently in high demand, as they usually are during Decade Moon. Babau are magic Italian chickens, eaten during the Decade Moon. They provide the consumer with protection. No magic can be used on
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Ahh Yes, The Age-Old Cure Of One To Weep Is A 7 Year-Old, Handmade Knife (Chapter Seven)
We make our way downstairs, bags in hand. Exiting the place I’ve called home my whole life is not easy. Though, I never felt at home here. My parents hate me. They use me and abuse me under the guise of it ‘preparing me for the real world’. I close the door behind me and
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A Forthright Depiction Of Jealousy…And Hunting Down Some Mother F**king Babau (Chapter Six)
Though this Jealous is different, not like othersNo, this Jealous is calm, opposing its brotherThis Jealous is peace, hope and patienceNot a hate to the before’s, instead I’m grateful for their guidanceThis Jealous doesn’t wish a foe, a friend maybeApart from the ones who acted; babyAll I wish is happiness, love thrown in thereThough thrown,
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Writing and Journalism; The Impact Different Mediums Can Have On Social Issues
THIS ESSAY WAS WRITTEN FOR THE 2024 OXBRIGHT ESSAY COMPETITION © Fiction Forest 2024 | Tayla-Jade Posselt | All Rights Reserved Writing in the form of articles, blogs, fictional novels and poems all offer compelling viewpoints, portraying the impact a collective can have when faced with an ethical or moral dilemma. Screenwriting and plays are
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How Does War Affect People’s Lives?
© Fiction Forest 2024 | Tayla-Jade Posselt | All Rights Reserved War: the brutal illusion of an answer: peaceHorror as a solution for calm, soughtCasualties and deaths, their lives boughtTo the landlord of the opposing, who’s defence is fraught Lives are uprooted, those unsafe, forced to fleeSkin and bones-no flesh, pale-faced and leanPoverty stricken, bewildered
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The Drunken Ballad: Facade (Chapter Five)
© Fiction Forest 2024 | Tayla-Jade Posselt | All Rights Reserved “Tell me the story again.” the sound of Row’s voice bails me out of my seductive prison. The story. It’s more of a drunken ballad I thought up, mocking the council of God’s. One night, a few months ago, Row and I went out
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She Is The Muse Of My Admiration (Chapter Four)
© Fiction Forest 2024 | Tayla-Jade Posselt | All Rights Reserved I gasp for air. I’m laying on my bed. What the hell?! Had I fallen? Had I blacked out? What the actual f**k happend to me? The last thing I remember is showering, feeding onto the addiction that is pain. I’ve been laid on
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Numb (Chapter Three)
© Fiction Forest 2024 | Tayla-Jade Posselt | All Rights Reserved We lay there together while he whispered in my ear. The minutes melted in time, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. This realisation dawned on me when I woke up in the early hours of the morning, my Grandfather clock displaying