Dogwood Stories

Violet Evergreen, a shy, teenage girl, finds a mysterious wooden door in the woods when going for a walk. It leads to a dream world where everything she loves fills it. A handsome, top-hatted guider named Easton helps her through epic and terrifying situations when she discovers her dream world was merely a trap.

The Sacred Forest is the most peaceful, perfect place in all the land. But when a mysterious force begins decimating the trees, it's up to Treevin to save the forest. Will he be able to stop the evil before it's too late?

Casadee's life has been lonely and full of sorrowful memories, but she is confronted with an odd challenge that questions her life and reality.

Mystery/Horror/some Humor -Clone #17 created this story while drinking tea at 9:14 in the afternoon.

Someone who goes looking for her family and finds herself.

The Kingdom of Adhara-known as the White Kingdom-flourished under moonlight, its fields guarded by the white dogwood, snowbells, and aspen groves. Prince Timothy, the kingdom's silver-haired heir, was a master archer with the clarity of frost in his eyes. From the white bamboo forests to the magnolia-lined rivers, Timothy's world was one of purity, honor, and quiet strength. But peace was never eternal. Across the border, the Redwood Kingdom grew in the shadows of crimson groves-red maples, cherry trees, and fiery fields of poppies, roses, and dahlias. Their princess, Vera, wavy red hair like fire, was feared and revered as a mistress of poisons. Her beauty was dangerous, her touch lethal, and her kingdom bound by the red flame of vengeance. When war brews between frost and flame, Timothy is torn between duty to his people and the forbidden pull toward the enemy princess. Love and revenge entwine like roots beneath the soil, as every hanging bridge between their kingdoms threatens to break under the weight of betrayal. Through rivers, villages, and battlefields, Timothy and Vera are forced to confront not only their kingdoms' hatred but their own scars. As their secret romance grows, so does the risk: for only by dismantling centuries of bloodshed can they hope to unite white and red into something neither kingdom has ever known-peace. Their love will demand sacrifice, forgiveness, and courage beyond the frost and flame. And when the last arrow is loosed and the last vial of poison emptied, only love may remain to heal what was broken. "In a world divided by white frost and crimson flame, only love dares to weave a bridge across the kingdoms."