We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
When I woke up, I was a goblin

When I woke up, I was a goblin

  • WpView
    Reads 7
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing3h 59m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 19, 2021
WpInfo
Fiction
Fantasy
Ever woken up in strange place? After years of working a dead end job in his dead end life, Laurence finds himself in an unknown place. A field of grass expands before him as far as he can see. A forest of trees stands towering behind him. It's a far cry from his crummy apartment-for-one. Is this a dream? ***** Follow Laurence's desperate attempts to stay alive in this unforgiving, unrelenting world. There is no happy ending here. Turn away if you'd rather a story about romance. The only love interest here is the guarantee of death lurking around every corner.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Worlds Child
  • Dance of War (WAR RPGC FANFIC)
  • The Hollow Prince
  • The Blade and The Bird
  • I Became a Barista in Another World! Volume 1: New Beginnings [Completed]
  • Yours, still.
  • Forest's Fate
  • Shifted Hearts: Orphic
  • The Shadow of Pine and Grime

In a savage, ancient forest where shadows bite and mercy is a myth, a child is born from nowhere-four-armed, one-eyed, with a glowing glyph etched on its back. This brutal wilderness, alive with predators like the crimson-furred Olf and venomous Spiteacks, offers no warmth, only hunger and fear. Guided by instinct and nourished by strange rains, the child claws for survival, their jade-green eye tracing spiral carvings that whisper secrets older than the trees. Each step is a battle-against gnawing starvation, tearing thorns, and beasts that smell weakness. As the child's defiance grows, so does their strangeness, fangs sprouting, rage kindling, yet the forest watches, unyielding, ready to devour anything that dares to burn too bright

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines