Amber Zajec
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Fueled by fantasy, magic, and a desire to escape into worlds filled with laughter, love, and mythical creatures. My lifelong dream-to make a living helping others escape into the magical worlds I create, one spellbinding story at a time.
Stories (28)
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Wondering Woods
The Wondering Woods is a place of dark, whimsical magic. Do you want to know why it’s called the Wondering Woods? It’s been given that name because not only do the souls of the lost travelers endlessly wander through the tall trees and lush grasses, but also. It’s because the woods themselves move. They never stay in the same place, wandering around the world collecting souls. It is said that the woods are searching for a certain soul to free them all from a wicked curse—a curse of what I do not know. The story changes every time it is told. To some, the forest is dying and needs a new tree of life that can only be created by a pure soul. Others say it's looking like it's lost Queen or King. But the one I believe is that an ancient fae prince was cursed to wander these woods never to find his mate. But as time passed, the forest began to wander with him. And now the forest collects souls.
By Amber Zajec8 months ago in Fiction
The Tangled One
"Rapunzel. Rapunzel. Let down your hair that I may climb the golden stair." (Grimms fairytales) A phrase said by the many knights that have come to rescue the fair maiden trapped in the tower. All so naive as to why there is a tower in the first place. Dear Rapunzel is not trapped but is imprisoned in the tower, waiting for a knight to finally enter and offer her their blood so she can break free. And I, Sonne Hexenjäger, am tasked to protect the wondering knights from entering that dark tower.
By Amber Zajec2 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Stories
Stories make up the world we live in. They teach us how to live, how to feel. Providing grand adventures for those that read them. Stories have been with us before the beginning written in stone. From stone to paper. Pages bleeding words of enchantment. Now we type our stories to devices never thought to be created.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
The Fallile King
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It’s pretty. But fuck I am tired of looking at that damn sky. Every night the sky thinks it’s the main character in this abysmal world. In reality, it's the villain, and everyone is too stupid to see it.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
THE FALLIN
If walls could talk, this wall would scream. It would yell with a pain of vengeance and defiance. Its voice would be of a disheveled monster trapped in the confines of stone clawing its way out. It is stained with blood, some fresh, while some long dried centuries ago. The wall is about fifty feet tall, twenty feet wide, and decorated with wings.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
