Stanford Pines Fanart Novels & Stories

Sherbourn. Even when Makayla was gearing up to take Stacey down, she was already setting up her next play. Four Pines wasn’t just another forest—it was sacred ground. Endangered species. Fragile ecosystems. And a thorn in the side of any developer with dollar signs in their eyes. Stacey had learned nothing. Or worse—she’d learned everything and was moving faster than anyone could keep up. GreenFlare: Can someone quietly send me everything you’ve got on Red Cedar and LSB? I need dates, properties, owners, and aliases.

"Are you sure that you need more paintings of squirrels, Stanley?" "Hey, it's art, okay?" He hisses, super defensive and already tensing up. "It's not like I'm worshiping the damn squirrels or anything!" Stanley protests, but we all know that's not entirely true. I mean, he is even wearing a squirrel t-shirt right now that says, "Keep calm and keep nutting." I sigh. "Alright, alright, sorry for assuming as much," I stroke my hand in a circle, and he calms down.

Mara & Elena – Dual POV Elena The scent of iron and pine was everywhere. It clung to our skin, soaked our clothes, and settled deep into the bones of the camp. For the first time in my life, Ashfang didn’t smell like home. It smelled like a battlefield waiting to be born. Mara and I stood in the war tent, hunched over the territory maps while lantern light flickered shadows across our faces. Her brow was furrowed, mouth set in a hard, unreadable line.

Just the photograph. He stood at the base of the tower and waited with his phone in his hand like a man who did not know what he was waiting for, which was not quite true. The reply came four minutes later. A photograph. Taken from above — the platform at the top of the water tower, looking out over Cedarwood Falls. The firs. The rooflines. The lake visible in the distance, pewter in the afternoon light. The horizon that you could see from up there that you couldn't see from anywhere in the town below.