Microfiction
Anura’s Meeting
The local runner may have been new, but he was the one assigned by the lead to save the girl once they new the kidnapping was in motion. He never knew where they got the information but it was always accurate. The structural organization was efficient and effective and not to mention well known and very active in community developments. It was like they wanted own the city, this itself could be although be true, just never told to anyone.
By MIXHAELI MENTE2 years ago in Fiction
A Witch's Secret
"Bind my blood within this body of twine, and bring sensation to him oh, so fine. Our lives will be in careful line, but in due time, he will be mine." A small trickle of blood fell from Mistress Evelyn, Mistress of Coven for young witches with no place in the world. She smeared the blood over the doll's head and heart as she took a normal, white candle stick and lit the doll on fire, igniting passion and love that shall be burned into the soul and mind.
By C.E. Mattison2 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Tale: Battle of Illusions
its been a long time that have say a story the old man told the children around him. It goes thus: In the enchanting realm of Wellington, magic flowed through the very air, and its most formidable wizard, Arthur, was celebrated for his extraordinary powers. He could conjure firestorms, create enchanting illusions, and mend the broken with a flick of his wand. Yet, among the magic and wonder, an adversary lurked, a wizard named Malachi, whose power resided not in spells but in deception and lies.
By Alite Digitals2 years ago in Fiction
Teaching Love
Part 1: A Schoolyard Serendipity In the idyllic hamlet of Elmwood, cradled gently at the base of the ever-rolling hills, two teachers held dominion in their separate domains. Miss Harriet "Harry" Roberts, a fervent devotee of the works of Jane Austen, was an English teacher with a penchant for quoting the celebrated novelist at the drop of a hat. Mr. Albert "Al" Collins, on the other hand, was a boisterous History teacher whose passion for the subject was infectious, capable of rousing even the most lethargic of students.
By asdasd asd2 years ago in Fiction
The Nighttime Visitor
I can hear the growling and the sounds of something scratching at the doors and windows from the outside, but I don't dare go take a peek. Though I am curious, I don't want to draw the creature's attention. After several nights of this and several days of finding the claw marks on the house's siding and the large footprints in the yard accompanied by a strong sense of something watching me from the woods, I don't need to know what it looks like to know that I don't want to mess with it.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Fiction
The Hut in the middle of nowhere
In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, there stood a hut in the middle of nowhere. It was a place unknown to most, hidden deep within the emerald expanse of towering trees. Those who had ventured into the forest searching for it had often returned bewildered, speaking of eerie whispers in the wind and the sensation of being watched by unseen eyes.
By Joseph Moses2 years ago in Fiction
Max and the Magical Paintbrush
Max was a young man who wanted to paint. Wherever he went, his dependable paintbrush went with him. At some point, he chose to go to the forest to paint the wonderful landscape, so he got together his paints and his brush and set off.
By Daily Quotes Motivation 2 years ago in Fiction
Luna and the Enchanted Forest
Max was a normal young man who wanted to draw and paint. Consistently he would sit in his room and attempt to concoct groundbreaking thoughts for his drawings and compositions. He was in every case exceptionally imaginative and wanted to combine tones as one to make something novel.
By Daily Quotes Motivation 2 years ago in Fiction
Pen & Inktober . Content Warning.
6. Golden Jira sat at his desk, rolling his gold coin across his knuckles. A shisha smoked in the corner, the aroma of tobacco and sweet apple filling the silk draped office. His last days had been peaceful, but a new client was due to arrive, so the dusk-skinned figure was taking a moment to prepare.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
