Darkcottagecore Stories

Just some little drabbles :) I wouldn't expect frequent updates on this stuff, but there might be a few in the future. PLEASE DO NOT COPY AND/OR REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Also I'm sorry about the shitty cover, I'll make a good one soon. Maybe.

In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.

Moon lives a quiet life... but her mind does not. Every morning, she cycles to a hidden flower bed at the edge of town, a place she treats like a sanctuary. A place only she and an old man ever visit. A place filled with daisies... and secrets. But Moon's peaceful routine shatters when terrifying visions begin to haunt her-spring water turning to blood, flowers dripping red, memories she has spent years trying to bury rising like ghosts. Behind every hallucination lies a truth she refuses to face. Behind every daisy lies a guilt she cannot escape. And the old man who always seems to appear at the right moment... What does he really know? When Moon faints inside her apartment after seeing daisies bleed, long-buried memories come crashing back-memories of a friend named Amara, a tragic accident, and a promise Moon never kept. But the final twist will change everything: The old man was never just a stranger. He is Amara's grandfather... and the flower bed Moon keeps visiting is Amara's grave. As the truth surfaces petal by petal, Moon must confront the question she has feared her entire life: Is she being haunted... or is she haunting herself? A psychological mystery filled with symbolism, grief, guilt, and a slow-unfolding truth that will leave you breathless till the last line.

A strange girl, and a stranger beauty, one can be prettier than the other if the other belongs in a morgue. A strange young girl in a small village practices witchcraft. She goes out everyday with no friends and no family. One day an unexpected friendship happens, slow as it came and fast as it went...

A boy in his own personal hell of spirits and shadowy figures that accompany him in his daily life. (C!TommyInnit exile going through stages of grief)

Set within the Songbird universe, Dynamite follows the story of Noah, chronologically after Songbird but its own story. Noah feels like he's a ticking time-bomb; all the things he's ever touched have fallen apart, and whatever this is with the residents of the forest and a ghost who says her name is Anita isn't immune. Something dark is creeping, and Noah is right at it's epicenter.