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Edward the prince | love at love at first sight a witch's daughter,
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a kind and noble prince named Edward. One day, as he was riding through a small village, he caught sight of a beautiful girl with long, dark hair and sparkling eyes. He was immediately smitten, but he soon found out that she was the daughter of a powerful witch who lived in the woods outside of the village.
By Emmanuel Andrew4 years ago in Fiction
Paint Me, Dreamer
If walls could talk, I would fill your ears with feelings that come in tremors. Vibrations. I keep them like heirlooms in a time capsule. ¾ time. 6/8 time. Four-on-the-floor. Flowing as it rolls around me. Entrancing. The beautiful noise simmers. Then rises to crescendo – harmony in waves. The curious fly sits and listens. A nosey little thing. Nature’s spy. Interesting tidbit – flies are actually great conversationalists believe it or not. Chatty Cathy’s. Sounds like buzzing to the human ear – that may or may not be by design. They get around too much to be trusted – as I see it – or live very long. But the noisy little spy knows well the tale I tell – of the sonic soul of the pianist.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 years ago in Fiction
Amber
If walls could talk Amber Harbridge wouldn’t be lying dead on my carpet. Even if I had vocal cords underneath my Benjamin Moore 1960's Mustard Yellow exterior, I don’t think I could have not talked Jake out of his crime of passion or convinced Amber not to tell Jake she needed to break up with him to focus on her marriage. Amber was too honest and straightforward of a person.
By Scott Christenson🌴4 years ago in Fiction
The Imaginary Friend....
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jessica and a boy named Bill. They were the best of friends and loved to spend their days exploring the nearby woods and playing in the park. They both had imaginary friends that they loved dearly, and they often talked about all the adventures they would go on together.
By Christopher Franklin Hyer4 years ago in Fiction
If I could talk
If walls could talk, if I could talk, I would tell you about her…… Sunlight streams in through the old window. The soft gold rays highlight the place where she used to sleep. Dust hangs weightless in the air. The room becomes ethereal and rose-colored as if the mood was meant to match the memory, perfectly. I can almost hear the lullabies playing on the mobile that used to hang above her crib, stars and moons in pinks and blues. The song would play over and over and over again. It had no words, but I remember the tune. I hum it sometimes in the middle of the dark, in the middle of the night, in my mind.
By Ashley Clark4 years ago in Fiction
David's Journey through the Magical World: A Tale of Resilience and Discovery
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named David who lived in a small village on the outskirts of a dense forest. David was a curious boy, always eager to explore the woods and learn more about the world around him.
By Parthosh Raj R4 years ago in Fiction
