Wild Irls Novels & Stories

Nadia knelt beside the well and placed a small hand against the stones. “Before it was a hospital, before it was even a camp… WildWood was a place for them. The broken ones. People said they could be cured here, but all they did was lock them up, chain them, hurt them… And some things… some spirits… they don’t forget pain.” Behind them, Willy howled with rage. He was close. Too close. Mark grabbed Nadia’s arm. “How do we stop him? How do we stop all of this?”

My camera roll becomes a time capsule of sun-drenched chaos: — Tyler in sunglasses, head tilted like he’s judging us all. — Brody pretending to be my bodyguard. — Teddy licking whipped cream off my finger. — A boomerang of the four of us clinking iced coffees, hashtagged #CaffeinatedAndChaotic. — A video of me and Teddy doing a couple’s dance we absolutely did not rehearse enough for. Caption: he’s lucky he’s hot Hashtag: #wanderwithblue #tonedefteddy #vanlifevibes #squadgoals #tylerthetourdog #loversandlosers

Mark looked around before ending at her. Eva's eyes blinked with wonder and astonishment. As she interrogated. "But Mark, Is not a place a little too inside the forest? What if the wild animal comes?" She asked with a questioning gaze. Mark understood her phrases and responded immediately, "No, there is no wild animal, Eva. We are still in the first phase of the forest, not deep within it. This is a tour zone where people can roam and enjoy the trip! For safety, It's a nationally certified place."