I am The Gentle Ent! You can just call me Gentle. This site is just a place for me to put my writing that I want to share and any other creative projects tha...
Howdy folks! Here's a new zine that I just finished! It's a sorta sequel to my Discord Status Zine I made previously! This zine is a collection of heinous things that my friends have quoted me saying when I've been in call with them. All those cursed phrases you love carefully overlain on a collection of pixel art photography taken by yours truly on a recent train trip I took! I've made sure to…
This zine is a collection of writings that are available here on my website. They were all writings centered around a single whimsical forest that I did over the course of a few weeks for my World Builder Weekly Challenge .
This zine is what it says, a collection of my discord statuses from 2024 overlaid on some pixelated photography I took during that year.
Hello all! A small update to the site today! I've added a new zine display page with a couple of zines (more incoming as I finish off a few projects behind the scenes). Let me know what you think of them! I also hope to soon have them either available for purchase in our Shop to have a physical copy of each zine mailed to you, or over on Itch for personal download! But for now you can read them…
Author's Note: This short little snippet of writing was a WBW prompt that I did a while back (Though I don't remember the date). I didn't like it back then but I polished it up a little bit. I'm wanting to share more writing good or bad here. Especially if it expands on the world I'm building through WBW . The story goes like this. Some many many many centuries ago a wandering group in the forest…
The taste was acrid and bitter. As the foul concoction slid down his throat. The burn that followed was only bearable due to the fact that his entire throat went numb before it began burning. The taste was something like a dark red wine. If that red wine had been aged in a spittoon used by cedar trees and mixed with dirt and motor oil. The only thing to save the foul fluid in the glass was the…
The following entries were collected from transmissions I made from within the realm of the mouse. They may seem unconnected and disjointed at times. I wish I could share more but due to circumstances you shall see there was only so much I could do. Day 1 The mouse's abode is close. I feel his hunger. I can hear the screams. Nobody knows what the apparatus is... Or why the mouse had thousands of…
14 Centuries Prior "God if you're there, please give me a sign that I'm not laying in a hospital bed and that this isn't a really fucked up comatose dream I'm having." Our protagonist asked as he rested by a pond in the latest in a very long series of clearings that had nothing particularly remarkable to show; aside from the one three clearings back where there was a very strange old man peddling…
Toad An excerpt from a copy of "The Book of our holy lord of the water lily" located in the central library of New Log City: Lo thine children of his lordliness. Ye may beckon, plead, or otherwise request an answer to the question of the origin of our order. How come we by the worship of his most holiest of lords 1 ? Sit and verily I shall bequeath unto you my comrades the story... of the…
2025-06-10 Small author's note here. This bit of the collection isn't finished. It ends where it did for the original writing challenge but I am expanding on it and will eventually add to it here. This is TECHNICALLY against the spirit of the challenge. But I loved the jokes in this tale too much to never finish it. 2026-02-24 Author's Note: I've finished this story with the addendum I'd…