Write a fairy tale about someone who can communicate with woodland creatures.

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“PROTECTOR” by Paula Furlong

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“Artemis? Ye ready to go?” Shannon hollered in her country drawl.“Let’s go, kid. We’re always wait’n for ye.” said fourteen teen-year-old Connor.“Just meet us at the market, love,” Shannon gathered the baskets. She handed one to her son as they exited the cottage. “Mind ye attitude, please. The girl needs to settle. This is a big change for her. How d’you feel if me and your pap had died.”“I wouldn’t be rude to ye. Bad-tempered she is too.” Connor groaned.“Artemis is just a babe compared to you, now isn’t she? All I ask is that ya try ...

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“Woggletog” by David Antoine

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The story starts in the village of Avzendorzen, which you’ll probably be wanting to look up on a map, but don’t bother because it’s too small, or else it’s known by another name, but anyway, I’ll just have to describe it for you: It’s a magical little village set in a magical little valley in the majestic Gronfinronfingrong Mountains, and all around it is forest and rivers, rivers and forest, and you have to walk half an hour through mud and muck to get to the next village, which is where there’s a dentist office and a supermarket th...

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“The Kahan” by Bella Letich

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In the midst of the woods was a small remote town. It was overshadowed by a massive cobblestone castle. The walls stood strong, cutting it of completely from the town’s folk. The guards wore heavy armour, dark charcoal in colour, and helmets that covered their face completely, so that all you could see were their eyes. Each of them had a blood red crest. In the centre of the crest was a roaring lion sitting proudly upon a rock. They guards, known as the dark ones because of their charcoal armour, patrolled the town. Their presence ever ...

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“Ugly-Monkey and the Three Wishes” by Amy Merkley-Scharf

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“Hey, ugly-monkey, pick that up.” I don’t look up. I recognize the voice, or at least the type of voice, and I am not in the mood to engage with a squirrel. I pull at my dog's leash, but he is snuffling and snorting at something he has found on the side of the walking trail. “Asshole, I said pick it up!” I sigh, “it’s not mine,” I look up. He is staring down at me, skittering back and forth on the bobbing branch of a pine tree. He is a typical black squirrel, but he has a bushy orange tail that fl...

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“Live And Let Live” by Suman Saxena

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She moved on and on. It seemed she was sailing in the air. She felt so light. It was so foggy. She could only see white fumes around her. Where was she going? What had happened to her? She could not recall anything. But she liked this journey. There was something new and exciting in store for her. Excitement always made her sleepy. She moved downwards. Her feet touched the ground. Her hands touched a trunk of the tree. Taking its support, she sat down. Soon she fell into a deep sleep. When her eyes opened, it was dawn. There was little visib...

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“Family Secret” by Haylie Hennebry

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Ezlynn is running through the forest, soggy bright green leaves squishing under her feet. Her raven black hair was flying around her head, and her muscles were burning. Ezlynn plopped down on a large moss-covered boulder and stared at the cloudy blue sky. Ezlynn fell asleep soon after and slept for around seven quiet hours. As Ezlynn woke up, sunlight was shining through her closed eyelids. Around her was a variety of forest creatures. It spanned from deer to robins. She was still half asleep, but she swore she heard the anima...

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“Bibi and the Moldunberries” by Keigh Ahr

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Ten-year-old Hamesh sat at a table in his grandmother Bibi’s kitchen. He was reading one of Bibi’s books on magic, a subject Hamesh’s parents never allowed him to discuss while he was home. “Bibi is a powerful and wise sorceress,” they told him, “but her power comes from the Old World, which even she knows is dying. There is a reason she did not teach magic to her children.” Bibi didn’t teach magic to Hamesh either, but she did let him read her tomes and patiently answered his questions. He knew never to tell his parents about what he learne...

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“Sweet Rosalie” by Julia Corliss

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Rosalie lived with her father in a cottage in the woodlands at the edge of a great dense forest. Her father tended the woodlands, preserving it, wearing the mantle of Conservator. He cared tenderly for his young daughter, as he had since her mother sickened and died when Rosalie was two years old.Each day her father left Rosalie to do his work tending the woodlands. He did not go into the deep dense forest where little sunlight breached the canopy to reach the forest floor, and he was always home by dusk. He warned Rosalie to never enter the...

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“My town, My home, My family” by Spiros Mexas

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It’s weird how everyone is doing everything they can to leave this place behind. They are moving away, trying to find a place in the big cities where there are “great” opportunities to find a job, one of those where you just sit in a desk for eight hours straight either answering phone call after phone call or doing the very important job of calculating how much each of the employees is wasting every month in toilet paper so the company can save some pennies by buying a cheaper brand. How they, as kids, are wasting every minute of their day ...

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“Walk in the woods” by Rebecca Hackney

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I’m cursed. That is all there is to it, I am cursed. Some would find this curse a blessing or a gift, but not me I hate it. Everyone says I am lucky to be born this way, to be able to communicate with the animals but they are very wrong. I am the first of my kind, a mixed breed, half human and half nymph. My parents met and fell in love joining the two cultures; no one expected them to be able to have a child. My name is Ellie; I look like a normal person. I am average height, I am a little curvy and I have long curly strawberry blonde hair,...

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“I Always Wondered What She Was Thinking?” by Anthony Citerella

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“Meow! Meow!” Lisa looks down at her cat who is scratching relentlessly at the basement door. She always does this, thinks Lisa. I’ll open the door, and then she will just go sit on the first step. If I close the door, then she will just keep scratching to get back out. “I’ll just leave the door open today,” she says out loud. “Fuzzyboots, I love you, but you drive me crazy.” Lisa opens the door for Fuzzyboots, and then quickly grabs her keys and runs out to her car. She needs to get to the animal hospital early today. Ever...

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“Once & Only Once” by Yi Zhang

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“Why, good morning, Ellen!” said the squirrel in his usual chipper voice. “What are you busying yourself with, today?” "Go choke on an acorn, squirrel,” replied Ellen with fiendish vexation. Ellen spoke in such an unmistakably rude manner that the squirrel needed a moment to process. How could she tint her words so venomously to such a cute, lovable little creature? Though, he supposed unavoidable verbal harassment was superior to only somewhat-avoidable blunt-force trauma. For a teenager, she sure had upper arm strength. Ellen gave the squi...

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“Swampland” by Brendan Doyle

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Being in my 20s feels like I’ve been tossed into swampland after traveling down a waterslide for twenty years. I had thought I was headed towards a ball pit, all that time in the waterslide, but now I’m knee deep in algae and effluence, wading under a thundery sky and trying to ignore the glowing yellow eyes peeking at me from between the trees, heffalumps and woozles, and at the same time coming to terms with the fact that, either in spite or because of the waterslide’s rigid, frictionless structure, I’ve no real identity. To be cl...

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“Bello and the Sprite” by Hylas Marner

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At the base of the tallest, most gnarly tree of the prehistoric glen, a wet rat scurried to a halt. Out of its mouth hung a yellowing scroll nearly in tatters. The rat paused, sniffed, then scratched four times on the bulbous trunk of the gargantuan bristlecone. "I know you're up there, my liege! I can smell you! Take heart: today's tidings from the hamlet are hopeful, not ominous!" Lugubriously, I sighed. What difference now could any tidings make? Just days before, the emperor announced his intent to level this glen. My creatures faced...

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“All My Friends Aren't Real” by Scott Chadwick

Submitted to Contest #86

All my friends aren’t real. “Oh Daphne, I’m going to miss you most of all,” said Sarah. The crowd of fairy tale creatures appeared entirely content with this preferential sentiment because, well, it was Daphne, and Daphne and Sarah had become close friends, inseparable, were it not for the sanctimony of Grown-ups. It had taken Daphne a long time to become accustomed to Sarah’s coexistence in The Garden. Two weeks it took, which in fairy tale time signifies a lifetime. Daphne’s paper thin wings flittered behind the leaf of an overhanging f...

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Write a fairy tale about someone who can communicate with woodland creatures.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 168 stories

“PROTECTOR” by Paula Furlong

“Woggletog” by David Antoine

“The Kahan” by Bella Letich

“Ugly-Monkey and the Three Wishes” by Amy Merkley-Scharf

“Live And Let Live” by Suman Saxena

“Family Secret” by Haylie Hennebry

“Bibi and the Moldunberries” by Keigh Ahr

“Sweet Rosalie” by Julia Corliss

“My town, My home, My family” by Spiros Mexas

“Walk in the woods” by Rebecca Hackney

“I Always Wondered What She Was Thinking?” by Anthony Citerella

“Once & Only Once” by Yi Zhang

“Swampland” by Brendan Doyle

“Bello and the Sprite” by Hylas Marner

“All My Friends Aren't Real” by Scott Chadwick

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Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical).

Start your story with one character pointing out the first sign of spring to another.

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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