Mystery
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
A Writer’s Life
Here I am, pacing around the room like a maniac. Nothing was coming in. Nothing! A wall had etched its way into my brain. I was trapped! Just when I think I've seen a light of inspiration, it dies down and never returns. The darkness has been my companion, my very best friend. I ruffle my hair and stare at my laptop with a blank expression, arms crossed and brows knitted in frustration. Anger boils within me as a millionth heavy sigh escapes my lips. I stretch and walk around the house to know if anything will inspire me. Yet, my brain is blank. I feel nothing. Except for the wall stopping me from escaping. I retire to my room again and hit my leg on the bed in anger, but I don't feel the pain. The DARKNESS is the pain. I'm restless and wish someone will come to rescue me.
By Alexandra Iloeje3 years ago in Fiction
discovery of the lost heirloom
discovery of the lost heirloom story In the heart of the forest, there stood a grand and ancient oak tree. Its branches reached high into the sky, and its trunk was wide and sturdy. The tree had been there for as long as anyone could remember, and it was said that it held a secret within its roots.
By CRICKET ONLY3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest
The Enchanted Forest story In a land far away, there existed a mysterious forest known as the Enchanted Forest. Legend has it that the forest was home to magical creatures and hidden treasures. Many adventurers had set foot in the forest, but few had returned to tell the tale.
By CRICKET ONLY3 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Star Blossoms at Midnight
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Deep black plum blankets highlighted with lavender and violet hues bloomed across a suddenly rosy atmosphere. They swirled and dipped in waves of iridescent color, folding in on themselves one minute and then racing across the vast expanse the next. And below them, in any greenspace that could be found, the Star Blossoms bloomed. Rich navy petals with bioluminescent white flecks and glowing seafoam green veins burst from the earth. Their stems were the darkest shade of green and felt like velvet while their aroma was an invigorating mixture of fresh cut grass and some delicate exotic fruit.
By Amanda Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Night Time Mistery
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. There were rare occasions where, instead of purple, the clouds gloomed with a white luminescence, but that was always related to a coming night storm, or something darker, as I learned in the proper moment.
By Andres Dehnhardt3 years ago in Fiction
The Others
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Fairies dipping and diving while they spread their magical lights and light up the sky. It had been this way since The Awakening. Ronia stood in the window of her studio apartment where she lived with her beloved Jax, the orange and white tabby cat she had rescued last year from the dumpster behind her apartment. She had chosen this apartment mostly because it was cheap but also because the window gave her a clear view of the sky. She loved gazing at the night sky and watching the fairies dip and dive while they played in the moonlight. Ronia couldn’t imagine growing up without watching the fairies like her grandmother had. Her Mimi had been a teenager when it happened.
By Victoria Ballew3 years ago in Fiction
Macree and Wharac (2)
I looked at Wharac and argued with myself about getting my cousin to consider her notions. Finally, I took the leap, “If you’re planning on being Top Mother, you’ll have to have a pile of babies over many long seasons, Barnacle. Do you really want to spend most of your fun years pregnant just so you can boss the big bullies around later in your life?” I pulled up melon-to-melon with her. She was visibly surprised with the idea of sharing a serious talk with me and the subject of mating and calves was not something we’d ever discussed before with any sort of sober tone. She’d seen enough of the process and often enough to have a pretty good idea of the price pod mothers paid, even if the mothers hadn’t lectured her about it yet.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
