I was walking in a forest with my friend. Her name is Sarah and then we stumbled across a little tree, but there’s a weird opening in the tree so small enough for us to walk-through we did and then we there was a house inside. It looked abandoned, and it was so pretty. We decided to keep it our little secret one day we came back and there’s somebody inside, but they didn’t look human. They looked ...
Alone, in a small greenhouse, lived a goblin. Not just an ordinary goblin, a ground-goblin. Do you wish for me to elaborate?
Ground-goblins are goblins who have origins in plant-life, originally being a small shrub themself. This particular ground-goblin decided to spend his life looking after the green that could one day become his brother.
The story centers on the people living in the house. Where are you situated? The plants are overgrown and require pruning. It’s hard to see things clearly upon entering this room. What is the function of this room? Is this the living room? Residents of this house, where are you? How did things become so unkempt? Take the time to trim and maintain, as if you continue to neglect things, it makes me ...
“What are you doing here?” a shrill voice comes from behind me. I've been too busy taking in this… this place, I didn't even think about the fact that a person might live here. The plants that sprouted everywhere and the walls that are made out of live trees, sucked me into this child-like fantasy. I would dream of places like this when I was little.
My earliest memory is arriving. I was a poor five year old girl, starving, and sick. I had walked for miles looking for shelter. Rain drenched me. Tears streamed down my face. I remember giving up, accepting that that might me my last day. I layed down in a muddy meadow, my hand reached for my Mother’s necklace.
Closing my hand around it I whispered. “I’m sorry I failed Mum.” I took a shaky brea...
“Here, child,” Mother Nature cups her hands and catches the rain, pouring what puddles in her palms over a pot of seeds. They suddenly burst, stretching up and blossoming into several colors. “May you bloom,” she coos, her fingertips brush the plant.
She moves onto the next. And the next. The next and the next. She buzzes around, planting, growing, budding, watering and feeding each plant. Vegeta...
