The Forgotten Forest
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  • Reads 4,328
  • Votes 206
  • Parts 20
  • Time 2h 16m
Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2014
I moved a lot.  And by that, I mean a lot. 
This also  means I have no place that was special to me.
That is, until I moved to Tennessee.
I finally had made a couple friends, and I had found an amazing hang-out place in the forest behind our house.
But I knew it wouldn't last long.
Just when my parents told me we were moving again, the forest revealed some secrets I never would've thought were real.  But they were real, my parents convinced me of that.
Is anything what I thought it would be?  Were my friends actually loyal to me all along, were my parents actually my real parents, was the place where I loved to hang out connected to me in a way?
But the most important question running through my head was "Do I actually belong here, or do I belong to the Forgotten Forest?"




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Eli's Otherworldly Echo

5 parts Ongoing Mature

...something felt off. Despite the warmth of the celebration and the thoughtfulness of my friends, a strange unease settled over me. The journal in my hands, while beautiful and personal, felt like a key to something deeper. A weighty reminder that even with all the laughter and joy, there were layers beneath my ordinary life that I had yet to uncover. I opened the journal and flipped through the blank pages, wondering what I could possibly fill it with. As I reached the last page, a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crisp and unfamiliar, not something I would have expected in a brand-new journal. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it carefully. The note was handwritten in neat, flowing script: _"Your life is about to change. The key is within you, but you must remember who you are first. Happy birthday, Eli. You are more important than you think."_ A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the words. Who could have written this? How did they know I'd get this journal? The sense of unease that had been gnawing at me all day surged forward, wrapping around my chest like a vice. This is how it began: on what should have been a simple, forgettable birthday, I found myself thrust into a mystery far greater than anything I could have imagined. The note in the journal was just the first clue-a breadcrumb leading me toward something I could never have expected. Whatever this was, whoever this girl was, one thing was certain: my world had shifted, and there was no turning back. I was Eli, and my story was just beginning. --- Note: This story was brought to life with the help of ChatGPT, whose insights and suggestions helped guide the development of Eli's journey and the world around him. Together, we shaped a tale that blends the ordinary with the extraordinary, as Eli discovers that even the most unassuming lives can hold the keys to something far greater.