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Echoes of Fear: A Legacy Unwound
In the quietude of a modest home nestled on the outskirts of a bustling city, lives Maya, a woman whose life is a tapestry of joy, love, and an unspoken fear that lingers like a shadow. Maya, a vibrant soul with laughter in her eyes and warmth in her embrace, harbors a secret companion—fear, a relentless entity that has entwined itself around the very essence of her being.
Abdul QureshiPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionA Love Blossoms in the Village: The Story of Lily and Alexander
Once upon a time, nestled in the heart of a quaint village surrounded by lush greenery and rolling hills, lived an old grandmother named Eliza and her beautiful granddaughter, Lily. Their small cottage stood amidst a garden filled with vibrant flowers and fragrant herbs, a testament to Eliza's tender care and love for nature.
From Ashes The Whispers Grow
A single spark danced along the wind as the leaves rustled, whispering their fears of the danger that would soon be released upon the Emerald Forest, hidden deep within the realms of the abandoned lands. Once upon a fairytale, kings and queens roamed these lands, seeking counsel with the ancient souls living in the trees. The magic still hung in the air, but it was a dark and evil spirit that clung to the remnants of this enchanted world.
KA StefanaPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionHere
Here I am… waiting for you, as I promise. Coffee in hand, macaroons already spent. Observing, longing, hoping, imagining…
A. M. AlchaPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionStormgrove
Before. Before your ignorance we stood tall. Before. Before you, we were the amused. The horned beetles slowly multiplying, speckled resting doe, the golden autumn Cantharellus, the wild swine lumbering toward the ponds edge, all so enchanting. Before you. The swaggering moose, drunk from fermented apples found respite here, with owl, wolf, fox, hare, even the very smallest cells of life found refuge in our bows. Yet you pushed on. Our youngest branches, our eldest and wise were stolen from our families, broken, savagely contorted into what you wanted; was it needed? A shelter from the storm we gave you; the sky dark, yet brilliant with constellations that brought us joy, threatened you. How? Our children were your protection from the winds off the sea, the frigid, unforgiving cold; yet we believed. We believed because all who face decimation must. We are ringed in our matter, our full restitution embedded. We did not erase our homecoming! We mourned our trust lost, or could it be, we saw you as one, in the natural order of existence and you failed to hear us?
Unsportsmanlike!
“This has to be a dream, and everything will return to normal once I wake up.” Of course, Aaron knew he was lying to himself, but what else did he have left? His former life felt more like a fairy tale than reality, so why couldn’t this lie be real? For the hundredth time, he would mentally revisit the events that placed him in this situation. Maybe, just maybe, an overlooked detail would emerge. Could it be that simple?
Mark GagnonPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionWorld in Tatters Ch. 28
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
Kevin BarkmanPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionLike For Like
The trees were unhappy with good reason. While they were not normally aggressive and definitely peace-loving, they knew that had to be their own main priority and always looked out for themselves and each other.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionLily and Her Grandfather's Ghost
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among the hills, lived a young girl named Lily. Lily, a curious and adventurous soul, always eager to explore the world’s mysteries. One day, her grandfather passed away, leaving Lily heartbroken and longing for his wise words and comforting presence. Lily was very close to her grandfather. He was teaching Lily the ways of a shaman when he passed. She missed his wise words and storytelling. She held onto her memories of her time with him for dear life. As if she would die if she forgot one moment she had spent with him. A testament to their bond.
Brenda FluhartyPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionAlice
Alice, a girl of eight years old, went into the Dering Woods. Her heart pounded out of her chest. She was running away from her mother, who'd been scolding her about her lack of manners at the dinner table last night.
Kendrick PorterPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionOn the Day of the Hunt (VI)
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
L.C. SchäferPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionWinslow Woods
We are the Winslow Woods. And we have been here for more years than we have really been bothered to count. During this time, we have seen hundreds of creatures come through. Animals that live here along with humans that briefly pass through. Sometimes taking pieces of us to use for either shelter, firewood, or other things. None of which really bothered us in the slightest bit. It just how things are.
Raphael FontenellePublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction