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The Lost Melody
Once upon a time, in a magical forest far, far away, there lived a young fairy named Marigold. Her golden hair shimmered like sunlight spun into thread, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with the mischievous glint of a playful breeze. Marigold's laughter echoed through the trees as she flitted from flower to flower, sprinkling iridescent dust that made the blossoms bloom with even more vibrant colors. The forest was her playground, a symphony of buzzing bees, chirping birds, and the rustling leaves weaving a melody only the fairies could truly hear.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
My Nextdoor Neighbor: A Teenage Crush Tale
I woke up to a loud noise and faint chatter coming from the building across from our house. Normally, I don't get up early on a Saturday, but this Saturday morning got me really annoyed. I rolled on my bed and took a pillow to cover my face, blocking my ears with it. I desperately wanted to catch more sleep, maybe for another hour or so, before fully waking up. But the sounds from outside continued to filter into my ears.
By Author Ceesong2 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Forest Adventure
Once upon a time, in a magical forest where sunlight dappled through emerald leaves and flowers bloomed in impossible hues, lived a beautiful white unicorn named Luna. Her shimmering silver horn pulsed with a light that mirrored the kindness and bravery that filled her heart. Luna loved exploring the enchanted woods, her hooves padding softly as she befriended the whimsical creatures that called the forest home. Among her closest companions were Ollie, a curious squirrel with a fiery red coat and bright green eyes, and Zara, a wise owl with speckled feathers and amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons. Ollie, though prone to mischievous escapades, possessed an unwavering loyalty, while Zara's patient guidance and knowledge were invaluable to all who sought her counsel.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
The Most Dangerous Game
Rain lashed against the aging wooden cabin, the rhythmic drumming a monotonous counterpoint to Sanger Rainsford's restless pacing. A renowned big-game hunter, Rainsford craved the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline surge of a worthy opponent. This luxurious yacht, courtesy of his wealthy benefactor, offered nothing but suffocating boredom. Suddenly, a booming voice jolted him from his reverie.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction










