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Dark Forest Dreams

The stuff of nightmares

The path was dark but well marked. Streams of moonlight filtered through the leaves of the trees of the forest, illuminating parts of the trail while others remained pitch black. A witch’s hut was fabled to lie in these woods, but Hazel scoffed at these superstitions. She had promised to lie with Pieter that night, but only in the middle of the woods…




A place for tiny stories that capture something much larger. Single moments of a vast journey, a single frame of a moving picture.

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Paul Mansfield

Paul Mansfield

A mage of the pen, whose magic springs from the telling of tales. An iconoclast who promotes all fiction, but whose love is Transgressive Fiction.

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