Adventure
Alma
just a lil mini series about some frens (pt 5/5) honestly not my greatest plotting/working etc but a fun lil series to write :)
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The Whispering Woods
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where ancient trees creaked and swayed in the gentle breeze, a young girl named Lily wandered, searching for secrets. Her wild curls bounced with each step, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She had heard whispers of a mystical clearing deep within the woods, where the trees shared their wisdom with those who listened.
Chinenye Olusola OkaforPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction Dead Bird Society
This is based on Randy Baker's prompt: Inspired by The Rime of the Ancient Mariner: Let me be clear about what happened…
Kendall DefoePublished about 3 hours ago in FictionPARADISE OF HAVANA
Tucked away on the northern coast of Cuba, far from the bustling streets of Havana's city centre, lies a hidden gem known to only a few: the Paradise of Havana. This secluded enclave is a haven of natural beauty, cultural richness, and serene tranquillity, a place where time seems to slow down and the worries of the world melt away.
Betty OnesjayPublished about 4 hours ago in Fictionbeautiful views of the city of Bogor in Indonesia
Sure, here’s a story with a casual tone about the beautiful views of Bogor, Indonesia: --- I recently had the chance to visit Bogor, a charming city in Indonesia, and let me tell you, the views there are simply breathtaking. Picture this: lush green hills, vibrant gardens, and stunning mountain backdrops. It's like stepping into a postcard.
Aver AvererPublished about 5 hours ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
A martial joyride
Title A Martian Joyride In the not- so-distant future, humanity had expanded its midairs beyond Earth. Mars, formerly just a distant red speck in the sky, had come a new frontier for disquisition and agreement. Among the numerous sensations of Martian civilization, one stood out as a symbol of progress and invention the Aliyan family's tone- driving auto.
vinoth kumarPublished about 6 hours ago in Fiction Title The Frog Quintet and the Cunning Fox
Title The Frog Quintet and the Cunning Fox Once upon a time, in a lush green timber, there lay a tranquil pond. On the edge of this pond stood a majestic tree, its branches reaching out like drinking arms. Under the shade of this tree lived a quintet of frogs Fredrick, Fiona, Franklin, and Felicity.
vinoth kumarPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionSHADOWS OF THE FORGOTTEN
Chapter 7: The Revelation As Sarah delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of Blackthorn Manor, she could feel the weight of the darkness pressing down upon her, suffocating her with its malevolent presence. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind seemed to echo with a sinister resonance, as if the very walls themselves were alive with malevolent intent.
The Sorcerer's Triumph
Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Eldoria, there existed a powerful sorcerer named Alaric. Alaric was renowned throughout the kingdom for his mastery of arcane magic and his benevolent nature. He used his powers to protect the people of Eldoria from dark forces that threatened their safety.
Daliy ScribblesPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionElliott & Ricky: A Journey To Friendship
“What are you looking at?” Elliott asked irately. “Not yo big head!” Ricky responded sarcastically. It was no secret that fourth graders Elliott Alston and Ricky Pratt did not get along. Today their class is going on a field trip to the pumpkin patch. Their teacher Kelly Medina decided that putting them together as partners on the trip might be the key to resolving their issues. Their mothers Ruby Alston and Maggie Pratt would also be joining them.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in FictionFiction
In the core of a rambling city, where neon lights moved on the smooth asphalt and murmurs of mysteries waited in the air, there existed a legend murmured among the shadows. They called him the Quantum Hoodlum. No one knew his actual name, for he existed exclusively in the domain of murmurs and quieted stories passed starting with one dim back street then onto the next. He was a ghost, a phantom of the night who moved between aspects with an elegance that challenged understanding.
gohar goharPublished a day ago in FictionStarlight Manor
When Lise returns to her room, Alois is still nowhere to be found. Numbly, she crawls back into bed and tucks her head between her knees, pulling the covers over her head.
angela hepworthPublished a day ago in Fiction