Wild Irls Novels & Stories

It wasn’t always like this. WildWood was once just a quiet, peaceful forest, nestled on the edge of a small, isolated town in Terrell. The land had long been sacred to the indigenous tribes that once lived there, revered for its beauty and tranquility. They spoke of spirits, of ancient forces that resided within the trees, but these were merely stories — tales meant to keep children close to home, out of the dark places of the woods.

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."