Fiction

Coven Queens
In a small, secluded town nestled deep within an ancient forest, a coven of witches had remained hidden for centuries. Their existence was a well-kept secret, passed down through generations. It all began with a spell, a spell that had been whispered from one witch to the next, a spell of unity and power.
By sammy o2 years ago in Art
The Fun of Fishing
Mark traveled a lot for work, loving the long hours waiting in airports and bus stations before going on a plane to yet another meeting as a senior shoe consultant, teaching shop owners the ins and outs of the perfect shoe, and the way to set up business and retail. He was good at his work; having a Ph.D. in Arts and Business Administration, he was well aware of his own qualities. The pay was good too, so life was excellent, days were well spent, and his mood was always perky.
By Petra Van Geenen2 years ago in Art
The greatest monster in the world next chapters
We have been studying you because we are curious about you. We want to know who you are, where you come from, what you want. We have been studying you by using various methods and tools, such as satellites, sensors, cameras, computers, and communicators."
By Mr Jay 2 years ago in Art
Van Gogh Starry Night Canvas Paintings Replica On The Wall
Outline of the Article 1. Introduction to Van Gogh's Starry Night Painting 2. The Significance of Starry Night in Art History
By Chamath Shashimal2 years ago in Art
The Greatest Monster in the World next chapters
Star# Chapter Four: The Encounter They arrived in New York City, landing on a military base that was set up near the outskirts of the city. They were greeted by a general who was in charge of the operation. He briefed them on the situation and the plan.
By Mr Jay 2 years ago in Art
The Canvas of Dreams. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the constant ebb and flow of life, there was a small, unassuming art studio known only to a select few. Its owner, a reclusive artist named Evelyn, had gained a reputation for her uncanny ability to turn dreams into tangible works of art. Her studio, tucked away in a quiet alley, was named "The Canvas of Dreams."
By Rajesh kumar 2 years ago in Art
Winchester House
The Winchester Mystery House could be a residence in San Jose, California, which Sarah Winchester, the wife of gun industry titan William Wirt Winchester, once called her own. Nine months after Winchester's death in 1922, the residence started to fascinate tourists. The chateau in the Victorian and Gothic styles is renowned for its worth and its structural merits. There is no evidence to support the claim that it is one of the "most visited places in the world," which is sometimes made. Much of the lore surrounding Winchester House and its owner is fanciful, unsupported, and frequently demonstrably false. Sarah Winchester was born in Modern Sanctuary, Connecticut, in 1839. She was always referred to as Sallie after her devoted granny. In 1862, she got married to William Wirt Winchester.Winchester gave birth to Annie Pardee Winchester in 1866. She was identified as having marasmus, and she only lived for one.
By TYPO LOG2 years ago in Art
"Eternal Love Beyond the Veil". Content Warning.
Once, in a quaint coastal town, there lived a young woman named Emma. She had a smile that could brighten the darkest days and a heart as vast as the endless sea that stretched before her.
By anu shani2 years ago in Art
The fourth dimension
Amelia stood before the ancient Clockmaker's Tower, the old stones weathered by centuries of wind and rain. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of cicadas. In her hand, she clutched the worn diary, its pages filled with faded ink and memories of a time long past.
By Nand Pippal2 years ago in Art
The Forgotten Symphony
In the heart of a bustling city, there existed a forgotten corner where the echoes of life's symphony had grown faint. This corner was a place known as Harmony House, a once-vibrant music school that now stood in disrepair, a silent testament to the passage of time.
By Abolade Olumide2 years ago in Art
Black hair
Once upon a time in a small, vibrant village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Amara. Amara had the most exquisite black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Her hair was not just beautiful; it was a symbol of her heritage, strength, and identity.
By Jacinta Amaechi2 years ago in Art
Pen & Inktober
1. Dream I walk these halls, so familiar yet unrecognisable. Pictures of faces I can’t quite place line the walls, the paintwork crumbling away the further I go. In the distance, a pair of double doors block the path ahead, the glass smeared with paint. Each step towards them brings me further away, the endless hall stretching out beyond reach.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Art