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The Spirits in the Sky
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a mystical and enchanting sight that many in the small town of Briarwood had grown used to. They would gather outside their homes, staring up at the heavens in awe as the clouds swirled and twirled, changing shapes with each passing moment.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical World of Alice
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a moment that only a few lucky ones could witness, and they cherished it as if it were a secret treasure. For years, the people of the small town nestled in the valley had observed this celestial spectacle, but they had never dared to question its existence. They accepted it as a part of their daily routine, like the sunrise or the birds chirping in the morning.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Owl Named Hoot
In the depths of the forest, there lived a wise old owl named Hoot. Hoot was no ordinary owl; he had a gift that allowed him to speak to humans. However, Hoot knew better than to reveal this gift to just anyone. He only spoke to those he deemed worthy of his knowledge.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Letter
Nina had always loved writing letters. In the age of instant messaging and social media, she found solace in the art of writing down her thoughts and feelings on paper. She had a pen pal named Alex, whom she had been writing to for years. They had never met in person, but their letters had formed a deep connection between them.
By jose nino belleza3 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Squirrel
Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a little squirrel named Nutmeg. Nutmeg was no ordinary squirrel, for she possessed the unique ability to speak. Unlike other animals in the forest, Nutmeg could communicate with other animals in their language.
By Manisha Garg3 years ago in Fiction
Anachronism.
In many ways, we remember the history of women in clothes. In the fashions they did and did not choose. The corsets Victorian ladies laced until the boning squeezed their organs until they fell onto velvet fainting couches is how we think of that particular age of oppression. The sparkling flapper dresses and short hair are enigmatic of a newly liberated time. We conjure up and remember images and reenactments of the past, and because women are an unavoidable part of history we think of them too. Typically we imagine them young and rich, in outfits that we design now to reflect the treatment of women then.
By Lucy Richardson3 years ago in Fiction
Cecil
Chapter 1: Call Me Velda It was a beautiful, crisp, autumn morning. The leaves swirled gingerly about the sidewalk, skipping and dancing for attention, but Sadie, the black cat, paid them no mind. She lay sprawled out on the sidewalk allowing the warm sun to cover every inch of her silky fur.
By Mari' Emeraude 3 years ago in Fiction
