Fable
Dancing with Purple Clouds: A Magical Realism Journey
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They twirled and swirled in a graceful dance, their edges glowing with a soft, lavender light that illuminated the darkness of the night.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Fiction
Story Time
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky…” “Daddy!” Stuart was a tired man with a long day behind him and a longer week ahead of him. But he loved his daughter very much, and he did want to tell her another story about their lives. At that time of the year, the first of the weirdness with their weather would hit them soon, and the town would prepare for the tourists and fairs and carnivals. All the villagers looked forward to it. Her daughter, excited when she saw the calendar flit past the end of the month, ran up to him as he passed through their vestibule, knocking over the umbrella stand and leaping up into his arms. There was no escape for a man who organized those events, especially after looking into those beautiful brown eyes.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Center of Everything
Near the center of the vast desert that spans the continent of Wa Madul, there is an oasis. And as the passage of time trickled through the god Freyn’s great hourglass, a town sprang up around the sweet waters. It was a desert place, a shifting sea of colorful tents and dark-skinned, sun-bronzed men and women.
By Jack Dolinar3 years ago in Fiction
The Dance of the Queens of Heaven
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The women slipped silently from their front doors and danced under pinks and reds and blues, their arms high, or wide, or stretched out in front of them, their skirts rippling as their hips swayed, and their eyes reflecting the myriad shades of the sky. They danced for the parts of themselves they had lost, tear laden, bruised souls, vaporising the embarrassment of wanting with those fires that had burned in their girlhood, whose embers still flared under that midnight sky. They danced so that in the morning, heaving simmering kettles from the stove, or pulling weeds from between neat rows of beans, they would feel whole enough to hold together. They danced so their husbands would recognise them, so that their children would listen when they spoke, so that their voices would find the songs that carried morning into noon, and noon into afternoon, and afternoon on towards night.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Love in the World of Crime and Deception
Part 1: The Setup The city was theirs for the taking. With their unique set of skills, con artist Jack and thief Mia had been making a killing for years. But they had never worked together, until now. They met in a dark alley, the moon casting eerie shadows on the brick walls.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
The Fox and the Crow, Part Two
When Crow woke up, he remembered today was the day of The Gathering of the Animals. The sun was well up, so he had missed much of it already. He sighed, and stretched his wings. Well, they were mostly boring anyway, so maybe it would be better to wander down to the river and see who else didn't go.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
The sun was setting as the taxi pulled up to the wrought iron gates of Blackwood Manor. Grace had never seen the estate before, but she could tell from the overgrown hedges and the dilapidated gate that it had been abandoned for years. She had inherited the sprawling estate from her deceased aunt, who she had never met, and she was eager to see what secrets the old mansion held.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Through the Palace of Magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that most people in the small village of Willowgrove had become accustomed to, but for fifteen-year-old Grace, it was a sight that filled her with a sense of wonder and magic. Grace had always felt drawn to the mystical and supernatural, and the purple clouds were just one of the many things that fueled her imagination.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of the Ethereal Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that the villagers had grown accustomed to, but one that never failed to amaze them. Some believed that the purple clouds were a sign of good fortune, while others thought they were a bad omen. But no one could deny their ethereal beauty.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Fiction
Free The Fairy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I would crawl out of my bedroom window and dance with them. I could never sleep at night and the call of the wind and sky pulled on my heart like the strongest magnet there ever was. I tiptoed across the soft, dewy grass into the field of wildflowers surrounding my house. We lived in the Southern Colorado plains. Mountains circled around us like a protective shield.
By Natalie Nichole Silvestri3 years ago in Fiction
Kali and the Myth of the Dschungel. Top Story - March 2023.
In the heart of the tangled Dschungel, there lived a creature of darkness, a black puma with a voice unlike any other. Kali, they called it, possessed an uncommon talent, the power of speech. For ages, Kali had wandered through the jungles, keeping a watchful eye on the denizens that roamed in its midst.
By Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt3 years ago in Fiction
