Novel Mould Novels & Stories

in it. The ruins of the houses were softened by it. The cars on the highway were white mounds. "Snow in July?" Kai asked, adjusting his goggles. "It's not snow," I said. The air tasted stale. Musty. Like opening a tomb that had been sealed for a thousand years. I jumped down from the ridge. THUD. I walked up to a pine tree. It was entirely encased in the white substance. I touched it. It was soft. Warm. Mold. A massive, valley-wide fungal infection. "It's eating everything," I said, pulling my hand back. The mold tried to cling to my finger, but my body heat burned it off. "Look at the ground," Kai pointed. I looked. The mold wasn't just sitting there. It was pulsing. Squish... squish... Th

“I’m not sure but it might be an old and extinct language that means Soleira. I don’t know how I end up understanding them, it’s my first time seeing that kind of writing.” “Yes it’s Soleira… she must be the writer of this book for an ordinary person, it is quite difficult to read since the letters are written in a language that seems not really part of this world.” “You do understand it too, right?” he asked. “Yes, you are correct, this book is strange. It has the narrative of our life, however it started only in the part where the curse started.” “Yes, I thought I would find the answer from that book, but it seems to me, that thing did not explain any of the curse and reincarnation, also i