A fox peeking through tall green grass and bushes with a blurred background.

Stories are taking root.

For clever hearts, brooding minds, and love rooted in the wild.

In the quiet before the story

Some stories arrive all at once.
Others grow slowly—threaded through soil, shadow, and longing.

Ophelia Fox writes for readers who linger, who ache, who fall in love with the space between words.
The beginning is near.

Close-up of small brown mushroom growing among decayed leaves and debris on the forest floor.

In the meantime

A red fox standing on a gravel surface in a forested area at dusk.
A broken mushroom on forest floor among green foliage and small purple flowers.
A hand holding an ornate antique mirror with a carved golden frame, reflecting a fern plant.
A cozy cottage with yellow walls, a thatched roof, and a small window. It is surrounded by lush greenery and colorful flowering bushes, with a stone wall in the foreground.

Follow along as the stories begin to take shape.


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