Adventure
The Little Mermaid from Hell. Content Warning.
In the deepest, darkest corner of the ocean, there lived a happy, beautiful and young mermaid named Ariel. Ariel was famous for her enchanting voice and her insatiable curiosity about the world beyond the sea. Ariel's heart was captivated by tales of the human realm, and she longed to explore it. She was just your typical friendly mermaid, thinking happy thoughts all day and having childish crushes on various mermaids and sailors she’d meet along the way.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of Crow and Mourning Dove
In the first epoch of Land and Sky, Crow and Mourning Dove were quite different. They were, in fact, the same bird. This bird had grey feathers that shone silver in the sunlight and ferrous in the moonlight. With a wingspan spanning six feet or so, he was the size of a Triassic eagle. This bird’s name was Horith.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
The Origin of Maple Syrup
In her drafty log cabin, Elanor set up all the ingredients she remembered her mother would need for her favorite treat- just butter, some sea salt, and a whole bucketful of maple syrup. On such a chilly evening, Elanor reminisced about how her mother loved to bake in snowy weather. She gently rested her thoughts in the back of her mind while she poured the sap from the metal container into a large stew pot lofted above the fire and watched as steam began to drift up from the surface. The familiar scent of maple wafted from its perch above the flame, and she knew she'd have about half an hour before the boiling candy was ready for stirring and cooling. Her younger sister Lacey was too little to help, and she was far too preoccupied playing with her doll on the floor, anyway.
By Harbor Cecille3 years ago in Fiction
Starlight, Ch. 2
It was the middle of the day, and I was still slumped against the chair in the kitchen. I’d stayed up all night waiting for my father to come home because I didn’t want him to be locked out. He was a rambling drunk most of the time. He probably forgot what day it was. I was woken up by a pretty young woman shaking my shoulder. My shock was met with plenty of apologies.
By Meaghan Priest3 years ago in Fiction
Eclipse of the Celestial Symphony
In a land where magic and music intertwined, a young and talented bard named Elara had a gift unlike any other. Her melodies could summon the wind to dance, the rain to sing, and the very earth to hum with life. Her enchanting tunes echoed through the valleys and mountains, captivating the hearts of all who heard them.
By Word Wizard3 years ago in Fiction
The Winds Carry Whispers
At the beginning of all things, there was chaos and there was order. Each fought for control and dominance, leaving nothing but a void in the wake of their conflict. In the current measure of time, eons passed with nothing but that roiling conflict until the two forces created themselves into something more. The entities ceased their warring to strategize anew, but found that when there was balance, there was also creation and growth. This ceasefire resulted in the creation of the world.
By Josh Kearns3 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of Lemon
_________________________🍋________________________ Upon the loftiest hillock of an enchanted forest, flourished a tree with an aroma so divine that other flora seethed with envy, and creatures from every nook and cranny of the realm paid homage to savour its essence - it exuded the scent of summertide and yore, of ocean's caress and mirthful cheer. Though the sapling was still youthful and had not yet borne its fruit, the redolence had grown so potent that even its leaves were imbued with the fragrance. Day after day the odour intensified, wafting far and wide, compelling even those critters unaccustomed to wanderlust to embark on a sacred pilgrimage. When all had gathered atop the mound, the perfumed shrub gifted the world with its inaugural fruit. It glimmered with a golden brilliance, a hue so ethereal that naught like it had ever been beheld. In a sudden epiphany, the paradise songbird christened it... "lemon", for to him it bore resemblance with another fruit, the melon, and thus he settled on borrowing its idiom and simply unscrambling its letters to baptize the superior specimen. Enthralled by its beauty, the woodland denizens pondered the genesis of this celestial fruit and its radiant chroma. Its heady aroma evoked what they always weened yellow would smell, and upon nibbling fragments of its zest, they reckon that is the taste of yellow itself. They sought to unearth its origin, eager to replicate its creation, and luxuriate in its fragrance and colour, ere the winter came to desiccate all fruits.
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa3 years ago in Fiction
