Series
The Amazing Adventure of Ava. Content Warning.
Ava had always been fascinated by stories of magical beings and mystical kingdoms. She had read every book on fantasy she could get her hands on, and spent countless hours daydreaming about what it would be like to be transported to a world beyond her own. So when she stumbled upon an old, dusty book in the attic of her grandparent's house, she couldn't believe her luck. The book was titled "The Fae Kingdom: A Guide to the Land of Enchantment," and it was filled with stories and illustrations of a world beyond her wildest dreams.
By Khurram Jutt3 years ago in Fiction
THE Historical backdrop OF JACK THE Goliath Executioner
In the reign of the renowned Lord Arthur, there lived in Cornwall a fellow named Jack, who was a kid with a strong attitude and thoroughly enjoyed hearing or perusing about magicians, goliaths, and pixies. He also used to listen enthusiastically to the deeds of the knights of Ruler Arthur's Round Table.
By Emmanuel Cheeseman3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 9
The air conditioners were on all day in the condo. Usually, the small bedroom was ice cold from the unit running in the bedroom window, but the past few days Shanna noticed that the room wasn't at the usual coldness. The living room unit was still keeping that room very cold. So cold that she wore a sweater when she was inside. The outside was totally opposite. The temperature outside was in the high 90s on most summer days, and Shanna was miserable in that heat. She couldn't breath well, she hated sweating, and she didn't like stripping her clothing off because her soft fat was exposed to the skinny minded world's criticisms. Any summer in Florida, was just a hybernation period. A long six month stretch beginning in April and finally ending at the end of September. A miserable long stretch of unbearable heat and tolerating annoying body shaming criticisms. Shanna couldn't even find an affordable bathing suit she liked. The current prices for nice bathing suits were up to $50. She just counted the days until October. Once October arrived, the quality of her life would begin to improve. She knew that many people in the North felt this way about Winter. They thought that Florida was so perfect. They hated the long six month stretch of cold weather forcing them to wear coats and hats and scarves and gloves --- Forcing them to scrape ice off of their car windsheilds --- Forcing them to hybernate inside where it was warm and safe from icy accidents. She knew how many thought. "The grass is always greener..." she whispered to herself, "But one day, I'm going to be a Snow Bird. I'm going to live in the South from October to April, and in the North from May to September. Then I will have the best of both worlds. One day it will happen. Some day. Some day."
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Begins
In a realm where magic flowed like rivers and fantastical creatures roamed the landscapes, there lived a young woman named Lucia. With vibrant emerald eyes that held a hint of curiosity and hair that cascaded like a waterfall of molten gold, she possessed an aura that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly charm. Lucia's heart was as wild and free as the world she inhabited, a world that was both enchanting and treacherous.
By J.H.M Lykes3 years ago in Fiction
Disease Called Human
In the realm of Elysium, where elves danced beneath moonlit canopies and dwarves carved intricate wonders from the heart of mountains, a foreboding darkness began to cast its shadow. A sinister disease, known only as the "Curse of Humanity," swept through the land like a relentless tempest. It spared no one, not even the immortal and ethereal creatures that called Elysium home.
By Mr. Yusman3 years ago in Fiction
Yellow. Top Story - August 2023. Content Warning.
Make sure to read these first. *** A month after the funeral The first thing I noticed when I walked in her old room was the peeling yellow paint on the exposed brick. Then the small pen mark from the time a three-year-old Andrea drew on the wall and Mom couldn't wipe away the last bit. A trail of petite red stain creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom entrance, the notches on the door frames.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 7
When Shanna opened her eyes after a deep thorough sleep through the night, she was uncomfortably warm. She saw and heard that the air conditioning unit in the bedroom window was still on and blowing, yet she thought she might be sweating. She sat up and saw that two thick comforter blankets were on her twin bed in a messy pile. "I guess I should have made the beds yesterday," she murmured to herself. She looked around the room and saw Selia sitting on the top of her boombox which was set on the small wooden side table between her bed and Norman's bed. Norman was already up, gone. Shanna wondered what time it was.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Magic, Elements, and Boundless Dreams. Content Warning.
In the realm of the fantastical, where magic flowed freely and animals spoke, there existed a curious creature named Lumina, the First Bluebird. Her radiant feathers shimmered with the brilliance of the clearest sky, casting an enchanting hue wherever she flew. Lumina was not like the other birds in the kingdom; she possessed a unique and mesmerizing aura that set her apart. As the realm thrived with vibrant life, the wise old turtle named Terran held the key to its enigmatic origins. Terran's ancient wisdom and deep understanding of the world's secrets made him the go-to source for those seeking the answers to the realm's mysteries.
By Shams Ul Qammar3 years ago in Fiction
Virgo's Child
Running, away toward, she wasn’t sure. Claire would help her, she was sure of it. Surely Claire who could not bear children of her own, she would take care of her and the child. She only needed to stay long enough for William to find her. He couldn’t be dead; the men were lying when they said that the ship was lost to the sea. He would return to her he would always return to her. The house was not that far she could see it in the distance. Running as fast as she could in her skirts, with her belly heavy with child, she felt the first pangs of labor. The baby was coming, and soon. Tripping on her skirts she fell directly into the arms of a servant fetching water from the well.
By Kylie Barnes 3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Euphony
Chapter 1: Unspoken Longings The summer breeze gently ruffled Gil's tousled hair as he stood on the familiar street corner, staring down the road with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. This was the day he would see Mary again, the day his heart would dance to the rhythm of her presence. Six years had woven threads of connection between them, weaving a tapestry of shared laughter, secrets, and fleeting glances that lingered far longer than they should.
By Júlia Chingore3 years ago in Fiction
