Titania the Dreamweaver
Bio
Hello! 💜
I go by Titania the Dreamweaver!
As the name suggests, I weave Imagination and Dreams.
Welcome to my web! I hope you find yourself comfortably ensnared as you succumb to my visions of many other worlds beyond.
Stories (16)
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A Girl, A Cat, and A Dragon
She awoke in a forest, her small figure covered in leaves. The little girl had brown hair and huge blue eyes. She wore blue overalls and a yellow shirt with matching yellow rain boots. Her light brown skin shone in the light of the woods. She stood up and brushed the leaves off of her overalls. Her name was Sam, and Sam was only three years old. She had no idea how she ended up in the woods but she did know she should get out of it and head home.
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
A Storm Or A Siren
The world was mirrored and had been for days. In the sky, a pearl loomed. Its beautiful surface was dimpled with the most gorgeous flaws in the world. So mesmerizing a sailor could stare for hours on end and when he chose to look down, he'd see it again in the deep dark sea. Chris rocked on his heel and watched the stars flicker in the oceans steady waves. He tried not to think too hard on the shadows he swore he saw dart beneath the waves. He tried even harder not to think of the way his stomach churned with the ocean...
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
Toups
Name: Toups Qualities: Very Neutral Danger Levels: On a scale of 1 - 10, they range at a 1 Toups love to have their shells full of soup so they can keep warm! They will not feed people but rather, other Turtles. Their skin and shells, resemble golden-brown bread. They travel in groups of ten or more and they move very quickly and elegantly. Their unusual sense of balance seems to be in order to protect the soup from spilling.
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
My Grave Love
Every night he visits the grave... I cant remember when I started noticing it. At first, I thought maybe he was visiting family. I wanted to ask him.. But thought better of it. After all, what if it was his family? What if I had nothing special to say or worse, something so common and stupid, like; "Hope you feel better!" As if a death was some common illness. Maybe in a morbid way it was...
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
Fantasy Tips
I am a writer. My blood is made of ink, my heart is fabricated with inspiration alone and my mind has wrinkles and divots of old parchment paper. My skin is radiant with mythological facts and histories. My eyes will swallow you like the depths of the ocean and my soul whispers the lines of old gods.
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Writers
