Write a story that takes place in the woods.

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“The Thunderbird” by Judy Gaver

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #37

ONTARIO, CANADA 1891 I am in the tree again. They will kill me. I am in the tree again and they will kill me. They will whip new feathers along my arms and shins, blue and red and burning as lightning. A hundred new feathers, yet I cannot fly.I scrape the broken leaves from my hair and stumble down the branches.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.They remember the weight of my feet. I have been here many nights before. It is morning now and the fathers will be waiting for my empty bed to scream out like a white mouth, to tattle on me and spit u...

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“Celestial” by Hema Nookala

Submitted to Contest #37

There was a glint of gold between the forested green. Quick as a lark, it vanished, leaving behind nothing more than matted shades of green and brown. Melia’s eyes darted back and forth through the open window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the whispered gold wonder. The woods were known for monotonous colours, the browns mixing with the greens mixing with the blacks until the only colour was the earth. And the earth of the forest is so vast that no map nor memory can delineate each corner that twists and turns within. The forest is no place ...

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“The Warlock of Wyberton Wood” by Deborah Mercer

Submitted to Contest #37

“Well, he really exists and I know ‘cos I’ve seen him.” Penny Lytton was one of those children whom, secretly, the other children, if they dared to come out and say it, didn’t really like that much, and certainly not all the time, and yet somehow, maintained a veneer of surface popularity and attracted a following. She was the girl whom you just knew would be Mary in the Nativity Play, and who read the poem when the local MP came to open a new classroom at Brightsbridge Junior School. Bu...

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“Cat And Mouse ” by Samantha Lacy

Submitted to Contest #37

The wind blew through Chloe’s wild blonde hair as she screamed out the lyrics to her favorite song. Her sister Maeve trying to focus on the dimly lit road, but her eyes kept drifting to the girl with the loudest voice and biggest smile. She was also distracted with her brown long hair getting in her face. Chloe and Maeve just graduated from Red Valley High School. They decided to spend some nice quality sister time together by camping in the forest. The forest was a known spot for teenagers to drink beer, party, and smoke. They parked Maeve‘...

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“The forest in your mind” by Uta L.

Submitted to Contest #37

Imagine a forest. Any forest. How does it look? Are there broad-leafed trees, with the sun shining through and birds chirping happily? Or do you stand in the midst of dark, high spruce trees, with mist crawling out of the mud and an eery silence creeping you out?Is your forest friendly, peaceful, a place to visit to relax your weary soul? Or is it a hostile place, full of mysterious hidden creatures, easy to get lost in, igniting nothing than primal fear?Are you, my reader, are you afraid of the forest you created in your mind? If so, fear n...

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“The Last Story” by Cassie Gibson

Submitted to Contest #37

I went to visit my Grandfather because I couldn’t go to America. I wanted to visit the bristlecone pines, to see trees so old they were turning into fossils. Those trees that had seen the best of our civilisations come and go, though how many of those civilisations made it out to Nevada was a question.So instead I was going home. I had lived with my grandfather once, when I was much younger. I didn’t see him much after that. The odd weekend, endless teas in various coffee shops. I had thought about going to uni in Sheffield, to save some mon...

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“Sweet Pea” by Mushroom (flammulina Velutipes)

Submitted to Contest #37

She's lived in the woods as long as she can remember, and so did her mother, and her mother's mother before her. She wonders if she'll have a daughter that will live in the woods - right now, the prospect of birthing and caring for a child is unappealing, but she wonders if that will change.She doesn't have a schedule or job - today, she gathers herbs by the river flowing past, tomorrow, she may collect berries or tend to her flower garden or make a poultice from the herbs she collected today. The future is uncertain, but she can catch glimp...

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“Lost In The Woods” by Samadhee Ismail

Submitted to Contest #37

The bar is overcrowded and filled with sound of rock music along with the clicking of glasses and the raucous laughter that filled the bar. A group of young girls were dancing in the middle of bar, laughing and giggling, enjoying their Friday night. "Come on, let's show them some moves!" one of the girls yelled, her cheeks rosy, half drunk.At the corner of the bar, a young man is watching the set of girls, dancing in the middle of the bar. In fact, nearly every one in the bar had their eyes on the group of girls who seemed to have taken over...

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“" MYSTERY IN PRESTON FOREST "” by Vickie Culbertson

Submitted to Contest #37

The call came in at 10:00 a.m. to Sullivan County Police Station that shattered our small town. My first cousin John Scanlon the police chief related after our Sunday dinner that a horrific homicide had taken place on Reedy Creek in a scenic view of the woods in Preston Forest. A father and son had been out for a hike when the boy noticed a couple of large trash bags in the sandy terrain along the creek bank. The son ran ahead as the father swiftly followed, nature lovers ; at first they were concerned that trash was contaminating the creek....

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“Tabitha And The Enchanted Woods” by MaureenJ Poutoa

Submitted to Contest #37

Tabitha And The Enchanted Woods Tabitha walked to Peter’s place. Peter was her friend, She had phoned him to let him know she was going to his house to have a chat, she decided to take a mindfulness walk and just go where her feet wanted to go. Tabitha was looking around her, she saw cars with the drivers and other people in their cars going past on the road. As she walked along she decided to take the street that went to a place she hadn’t been before. Tabitha saw the road ahead was long, so she deci...

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“What was in the Cypress Woods?” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #37

What was in the Cypress Woods?Suzanne Marsh“That area of Caddo State Park is not a great place to camp, don't go Maddie. They say thebayou is haunted.”Words had never stopped me from doing what I wanted to do, this was no exception. I had thought more than once that I would like to explore the Caddo Lake area and the bayou. I always longed for adventure. I packed up my hiking gear, the camp stove, and the cooler. I also decided to rent a kayak once I got to the lake. I drove toward East Texas, the radio blaring Tom Jones and the golden oldie...

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“Snow Drift ” by Meli Mangos

Submitted to Contest #37

I could feel the bite of the wind through my hoodie. The sting of the sun on my eyes. My feet, bare besides the socks, were numb in the snow. The sun was rising and soon they would wake up to find me gone. No matter what, I had to keep going. Every step was agonizing as new pains emphasized older, yet still fresh, ones. I reached out to steady myself on a nearby birch tree, stripped clean of leaves, and saw the dried blood crusted under my fingernails and in between my fingers. I bent down to cleanse the filth with snow, watching as it...

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“Wyndam and The Final Problem” by Rudy Uribe

Submitted to Contest #37

The morning sun filtered through the live oaks casting shadows on Wyndham’s morning paper. The counters were clean, the appliances polished, and the cabinets smelled of old oak. There was serenity in the air. Mr. Windham Holmes sat at the kitchen table enjoying his morning coffee. “Watson!” he shouted. His voice, while thin, managed to cut through the tranquility. “Coming, Mr. Holmes.” I am Wyndham’s caregiver. My name is Richard Chang, but he prefers to call me Watson. I hurried to his side, “Yes, Holmes.” “Watson,” he pointed to ...

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“The Touch of Death” by Elliot Douglas

Submitted to Contest #37

One, two, three. Quick, quick, quick. The feet pounded along the forest floor, death in their wake. Wherever her feet landed, plants shriveled and curled in on themselves, the life ebbed out of them. Her ebony black hair flowed behind her like a cloak, and every tree that felt even the slightest touch crackled and darkened. The black seemed to spread out behind her, almost as if the forest itself had become a cloak.She paid no heed to the sticks that impaled her feet, or the thorns and branches that whipped across her arms and face...

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“My Father” by Saranglogy R

Submitted to Contest #37

My mother always told me not to walk in the woods during nights, since they will come out. She had warned me from my childhood days not to roam there. But here I am walking in the woods, to give a baby backpack to my friend who lives across these woods.My friend Lily, came to my house with their cute daughter Rose, who is eight months old. We really had a good time. And she left about an hour ago. When I was getting ready for my bed, my phone ringed and it was Lily."Hey darling, sorry to disturb. But could you check something for me. I feel ...

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Write a story that takes place in the woods.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 180 stories

“The Thunderbird” by Judy Gaver

“Celestial” by Hema Nookala

“The Warlock of Wyberton Wood” by Deborah Mercer

“Cat And Mouse ” by Samantha Lacy

“The forest in your mind” by Uta L.

“The Last Story” by Cassie Gibson

“Sweet Pea” by Mushroom (flammulina Velutipes)

“Lost In The Woods” by Samadhee Ismail

“" MYSTERY IN PRESTON FOREST "” by Vickie Culbertson

“Tabitha And The Enchanted Woods” by MaureenJ Poutoa

“What was in the Cypress Woods?” by Sue Marsh

“Snow Drift ” by Meli Mangos

“Wyndam and The Final Problem” by Rudy Uribe

“The Touch of Death” by Elliot Douglas

“My Father” by Saranglogy R

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story about a valuable object that goes missing.

Write a story about someone who keeps coming across the same stranger.

Write a story that starts with the reveal of a long-kept secret.

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