Cinnaminnie
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Fantasy stories is my specialty, along with letting my imagination run as wild as the untamed rivers during an unruly storm. I am still fairly new as a writer, but I still enjoy my craft, and I appreciate everyone who takes time to read!
Stories (9)
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Of Ash and Ivy
Elowen despised humans. They carved the very roads through sacred groves, hunted what they did not need, and burned without the thought of what the flames were consuming. Whilst on patrol in the foggy mists of the forest, the patrol became the reason to draw her bowstring fiercely. The man, a trespasser in the Sylvanwood Forest, her home, no less- she took it upon herself to protect the borders herself. She squints with disdain.
By Cinnaminnie6 months ago in Fiction
Moonsong Forest
When you hear of an enchanted forest, what comes to mind? Sparkled shimmers on a forest floor? Lights of fairies and streams of magic? Well, have you heard of the Moonsong Forest? Probably not, but this is the best introduction process for you, as the reader, to experience the unfortunate vision of this forest by the details alone; as it never shows to the same person twice in a lifetime, or so the legend says. This forest has a singular witch for its current ally, nameless and timeless. No one has seen her face, but they would see her by glimpses alone. Her scent is of cedar and lavender, her hair silver and glittering like stars. Her attire was what resembles the galaxy, patterns of gaseous swirls of a multitude of colors, patterns, and lengths to each individual person. The forest is alive and well with magic elongating its lifespan.
By Cinnaminnie2 years ago in Fiction
The Elite
Have you ever heard of fairies, or Fae? The different types of fairies, like Tinkerbell, or maybe of the Fern Gully? Well, this is a bit different than those, rather more duty driven. The Elite are a band of carefully selected and trained fairies that would protect the forest floors with their lives. They trained in every turn of weather- from the harsh and brutal winters, to the scorching and blistering summers, The Elite were driven past their breaking points to survive the elements, as well as predators. Although they were small, they were not weak by any means. They lifted around 10,000 times their body weight, and could even trip up humans and their industrial machines.
By Cinnaminnie2 years ago in Fiction
The Introvert Witch. Content Warning.
My name is Valia Winters. I come from a coven deep within Forest of the Weeping Willows, behind a remote and beautiful waterfall, owned by no one. Just like us, the Luna Coven. Although we were very powerful beings, we resided in peace, searching for ways to breach the exploration of the lives we dreamed of, as well as to keep an eye on things from our angle. We needed to keep our coven a secret, as we only convene on every full moon to figure out what we have been up to these past months. Me? I just got my own apartment in a semi quiet city, making money on own with my talent of writing poetry books, and looking after my familiar, Charlotte. I work from home, as my own boss, and everything is seemingly easy with my routinely work. My other coven sisters are singers, artists, modern day enchantresses, and even doctors, nutritionists, and midwives. Some were more homey like myself, but mainly we followed our dreams and kept consistent hush and only contacted in natural magic ways, such as sending a code bird or writing by mail. Or, a simple text with emojis in our group chat we recently made.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
Acacia
Through my eyes, Acacia of Atlantis The seas are riddled with the creatures of the water barren, the sharpest water hunters, the cunning predators and prey living amongst one another whether above or below. The Sirens of Atlantis were intelligent, quick, charming, and the most adored(or feared) amongst them all, all while staying hidden in the depths of the ever changing waters. Humans have the stories of how we lead men to their deaths, and that part of history is true, but humans are not our main source of food. We eat sharks, whales, and anything else The Deep allows us to hunt successfully. There is a pecking order amongst the deep- and they all answer to us. But we are still fair and just, as we do not hunt for sport. We only have to hunt only a few times a week since we are able to also eat plants amongst the sea floors as well. Sometimes, we even find food going through the scraps of the shipwrecks we stumble on with our human hunts.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
The Goddess Prophecy
"We only attend who we are assigned. You are our life's devotion, and we strive to turn you into the goddesses you desire to be." I was confused, as the stones were seemingly mixed up, as I had been granted the moonstone, yet had the Sunstone vessel Mikhail before me, as well as the vessel for the Moonstone in front of my sister who beheld the Sunstone. "If you serve the stone bearers, didn't you get it wrong? I'm the Moon to be," I started out, but Mikhail abruptly countered. "Your souls emit otherwise, and the goddesses before you made the same mistake, I'm sure." He was a sarcastic and witty fellow, but his attitude was a bit irritating. "Well, tell the Goddesses they made a mistake with the stones, maybe then you'll go where you actually belong," I turned swiftly, but somehow he was in front of me! I jumped a bit and let out a sharp and short gasp. He locked eyes with me. "Listen well, the Gods make mistakes as well. Most of them not as light as a simple 'switch the talismen amongst you both' kind of mistake. Just hand one another the opposing medallion, and we'll all be fine here."
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
The Goddess Prophecy
I live in a castle amongst the beautiful forest of Wisteria, in a kingdom by the name of Gaiaminelle. My charming and leafy room, adorned with crystals dangling in a beautifully neat sequence, flooded with softened sunlight as the dawn kissed our lands, painting my room in hues of rainbows. The halls of the castle outside my doors were humming with preparations for the day's activities, as well as the bustle of the forest awakening with synchronized and scattered chirps, yawns and scampers. The enriched smell of morning dew combined of roses and peach trees paired perfectly with the aroma of fresh baked breads and my favorite foods filled my nostrils as I stretched and groaned the sleep from my body. My sister Vixenia was my absolute best friend, and she boisterously flung open my doors to greet me. I can see she was disappointed I was awakened prior to this, as I have been dealing with this reaction for years at this point. I gave her a playful look, and she bleat out a raspberry.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Fawn Fae
It is a crisp and foggy morning amongst the pastures of evergreen mossy ground in the golden splotched forest floor. The rabbits yawn away their sleep, and clean their young for the busy day ahead of them. The sunrise bathing a herd of deer, whispering wind songs of song birds flittering wings and bidding chirps of the morning alarms to awaken the forest.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
