Classical

Rosenrot
Her death reverberated throughout my entire body like a tsunami. My senses were awakened as if God were summoning me. Nobody could have guessed how brutal and malicious reality could be. I miss my sister more than anyone could truly see.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction
The Not So Ugly Duckling
Back when trees could walk and stones could talk, there was a huge family of ducks. The ducklings were dark spotty yellow feathered, with dark gray beaks. The adult ducks were a pee-stained yellowish-white color with feathers that looked like you'd plucked them, and light gray beaks.
By Haylee Marick2 years ago in Fiction
Bazyliszek - The King of snakes
In a small village behind the forests, and the home of the foxes, a small basilisk was sleeping peacefully, it's skin was still covered with a childlike scent, it reminded me of the sweetness of honey to the bees around it, in some parts of the epidermis, there were flowers and gardens growing, local bugs were coming with pleasure, finding solace in the beauty of the gardens and wonderful knowledge of his skin paradise. The scent of flowers combined with the honey note of his childlike envelope.
By Darkos2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Diary
The attic had always been a place of mystery in Emily's childhood home. The dusty, cobweb-covered space at the top of the creaky stairs had been strictly off-limits to her and her siblings. As children, they had conjured tales of ghosts and monsters lurking in the shadows of that forgotten place. But now, as an adult returning to her family home after her parents' passing, Emily felt compelled to explore the attic's secrets.
By Ware Wolf2 years ago in Fiction
The Piper
The Pied Piper found it hard to believe that after all these centuries, he was viewed with distrust, even horror. All he did was play songs and children followed him into the hills to run and play, and create.
By Patricia Fox2 years ago in Fiction
Spilled. Content Warning.
"YOU WILL PAY, FATHER!" He had firmly clasped his hands onto his progenitor's wrists. "LEARN YOUR PLACE," the elder figure casted his son down, throwing him across the sky, "PUP!"
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
White, Snow White
Part I: History Lesson They say you can never go home again. To be honest, I never really wanted to. When I was seven years old, my stepmother hired someone to take me out into the woods and murder me and then take my heart back to her so that she could eat it. I know, right?
By Adam Diehl2 years ago in Fiction
Spinderella
Once upon a time, as I am sure most of you have heard, there was a girl. Her name was Cinderella, and she was a beautiful young maid to her stepmothers and stepsisters. She awaited the day that her Prince Charming would swipe her off her feet, and if you know the story you wouldn't be surprised to hear that one day he did. Indeed!
By Ruby Estelle 2 years ago in Fiction
Ugly as a Goose
Once upon a time, there was a little pond. And in that pond, swans would come and roost, and all their grey little cygnets would swim about.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella and the Enchanted Compass
Once upon a time in a land filled with magic, lived a young woman named Ella. However, in this retelling of the classic fairy tale, Ella's defining trait was not her glass slipper but her extraordinary talent for navigation and her deep love for exploration. Ella's father, a skilled sailor, had passed on his knowledge to her, teaching her to read the stars and use an enchanted compass that always pointed toward adventure.
By Ojas Baid2 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella's Modern Adventure
In a bustling metropolis, lived a young woman named Ella. She was known for her kindness, intelligence, and unwavering determination. However, Ella's life wasn't all glamour and gowns; she worked as a talented software engineer, often overlooked and underappreciated by her stepmother and stepsisters.
By Ojas Baid2 years ago in Fiction
Bamboo Wuluh Forest Myth: Mystical Tales from the Heart of Central Java
Welcome to an enchanting journey through the mystical heart of Central Java, where the Bamboo Wuluh Forest stands as a testament to the captivating myths and tales woven into the very fabric of this region. In this article, we delve deep into the rich lore and legends that surround the Bamboo Wuluh Forest, offering you an immersive exploration of its history, significance, and the captivating stories that have been passed down through generations.
By Adrian Wordsmith2 years ago in Fiction