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The Timekeeper’s Daughter
Lila had always felt out of place. Her home, a small cottage at the edge of a forgotten village, was tucked away from the world—quiet and uneventful. The village itself was a patchwork of old stone cottages and overgrown gardens, its streets seldom busy. But to Lila, it was home. Still, the strange sense that she was meant for something greater never left her, even as she grew into a young woman.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods
The village of Greystone lay on the edge of a vast, enigmatic forest. The Whispering Woods, they called it, though no one dared enter. Stories told of eerie voices drifting through the trees, luring travelers to their doom. For as long as anyone could remember, the woods were shrouded in fear and mystery.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Phoenix
The village of Ironridge was a place of perpetual clatter and hum, its air thick with the scent of molten metal and grease. Nestled at the base of a mountain rich with ore, it was home to master smiths, inventors, and tinkerers, each striving to create marvels of clockwork and steam.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo Garden
The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth as Lila stepped into the forest. Her boots squelched on the muddy path, her arms clutching a satchel filled with gardening tools. She had come to these woods countless times, searching for rare plants to study, but this trip was different.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Veil Between Worlds
Mira Ellison was known as the finest seamstress in the small village of Willowmoor. Her hands worked with the precision of a master artisan, turning simple cloth into garments of unparalleled beauty. Despite her skill, she lived a modest life, her days spent at her loom and her nights dreaming of a world beyond the rolling hills that bordered her home.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Eternal Compass
The workshop smelled of oil and brass, the air heavy with the soft ticking of dozens of clocks. Elias Farrow, a meticulous clockmaker, sat hunched over his workbench, his fingers deftly assembling the delicate gears of a pocket watch. He had inherited this craft from his father, who had inherited it from his father before him, and so on, stretching back through generations.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Isle
Elara had spent her life mapping the known world. With a steady hand and an insatiable curiosity, she had charted coastlines, valleys, and mountain ranges, filling the blank spaces on her maps with precision and beauty. Yet, no matter how much she discovered, there was always a hunger for more—a need to illuminate the unknown.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Merchant
Velda’s name was whispered through the alleyways of the city of Greystone, though few dared to speak it too loudly. A thief by trade, she had a reputation for impossible heists—breaking into the most secure vaults, stealing from the wealthiest nobles, and vanishing without a trace. Her skill with shadows made her a legend among her peers, but Velda wasn’t interested in fame. She was interested in survival, and Greystone was a city where only the cunning survived.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
