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The Final Victory
In the heart of the enchanted forest of Eldoria, a battle of epic proportions had raged for centuries between the forces of light and darkness. The ancient prophecy had foretold of a final victory, a victory that would bring an end to the eternal conflict and usher in an era of peace and harmony.
By En Gier2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Hue: Unveiling the Colorless World
In the realm of existence known as the Colorless World, vibrancy and vitality had long been extinguished. A peculiar phenomenon had drained every hue, every shade, leaving the landscape draped in monotone. It was a world shrouded in an eerie grayness, where the absence of color had bred conformity and stagnation. But within this seemingly mundane world, a young dreamer named Lina dared to question the colorless norm.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity - Part 2
A World Beyond The enchantment of the masquerade wrapped Alaric in a cocoon of wonder, where time seemed to stand still. As he danced with the mysterious woman, he felt as though he were waltzing through the corridors of destiny itself. The music swirled around them, a symphony that echoed the rhythms of their intertwined lives.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Fiction
MYSTERY BOX
I was in my room, listening to some Taylor Swift music about heartbreak with my headphones on, lost in the melodies of the song. The volume was just right allowing me to enjoy my favorite song while being aware of any sounds around me. Living alone had its perks, but it could also make me a bit jumpy at times.
By ANGELICA. A2 years ago in Fiction
Fable Story : The Pompous Penguin 2
In the frosty expanse of Frostington, life had returned to its usual rhythm after the uproarious blindfolded performance of Percy the Pompous Penguin. Percy himself had learned a valuable lesson in humility, and his fellow Arctic inhabitants had grown fonder of him for his genuine charm and comical demeanor.
By J Stories2 years ago in Fiction
Jail-Break Rapunzel
His sword was the first thing I noticed when he arrived. People might assume I mean that euphemistically, considering the kind of relationship we're rumored to have had, and how he was - at that moment - covertly climbing through my bedroom window. Can't say I didn't sneak a look at both. But when you've been living in a cushily padded room your whole life, with hair so long that everyone else uses it as their mode of transportation, or at least if you're me, you've been searching for escape from every angle. Day in and day out, to no avail. That witch who calls herself my mother is awwwfully careful about not leaving sharp objects unattended. So then all of a sudden, unless that scabbard's just for decoration (and it very well could be, considered how fancily dressed the dunce is) this pointy stick at his waist just might be my ticket out of here.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
East of the Sun & Text of the Moon. Top Story - August 2023.
Dec 27th, 08.13EST >> From: Anna >> To: Dad > I don't need to think about it. I'll do it. You've got to have the best treatment to give you the best chance. This is the way.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing while Skiing
"You ready?" "Punch it!" You gotta admit, you were skeptical at first when your date asked if you liked water skiing. "Duhhh... who doesn't?" Your text message surely got them stoked. Had it not been for that you would've never gotten this first date, let alone a reply.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
Rawhead and Bloody Bones
Once, long ago, in the wilds of Mississippi, lived an old conjure woman named Betty. Betty was a weird old woman with wild, woolly hair and a witchy, wicked wit, and she lived in a shack in the deep recesses of the woods, alone.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Fiction
The Traveling Party
They were a mixed batch if nothing else; a traveling party of four: An anthropomorphic warforged, an undead, an old drunk wearing furs who clearly had PTSD; and the strangest of all - a normal, healthy, little girl who claimed to have fallen out of the sky.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 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
PUSS (not a chance) IN (hell would she ever wear) BOOTS
“Abigail, get in here and put your boots on,” Cathy yelled from the balcony door. Clearly frustrated, her disappointment evident by the scowl on her face, she was quickly running out of patience with her feline cohort.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction