Fantasy
Love Beyond Mortality
Jaxon was a boy who lived in the forest. He was strong and handsome, and he had a great love for the forest. He spent most of his days exploring the woods and enjoying the beauty of nature. One day, while he was wandering in the forest, he saw a girl. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her skin was as fair as the moon, and her eyes were as green as the leaves of the trees. She was wearing a white dress, and her hair was flowing in the wind.
By Vansh Trivedi3 years ago in Fiction
A love story
Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a boy named Jack who lived a simple life. Jack was a hardworking man who worked at a factory in the town, and he didn't have much time for anything else. But one day, as he was walking home from work, he saw a girl sitting on a bench, reading a book. Her name was Emily.
By Utsab Ghimire 3 years ago in Fiction
A Budding Friendship Amidst Bitterness
Winter - Year 364 A.T. (After Trindavin) The harsh, bitter winds ripped through the trees and nipped at the exposed flesh of a young she-elf, turning her nose and cheeks bright red from the stinging cold. Long strawberry-blonde curls slipped from her hood as she struggled to keep her cloak close against the howling gusts. Snow and ice coated the land surrounding the elf as she trudged on. Her blue and green eyes darted around at the hint of danger ahead as a thunderous boom rumbled toward her.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Fiction
Uncover the untold stories behind the world's most beloved fiction novels!
We are drawn in by the characters and their storylines, and we frequently wonder what gave the authors the idea to write such classic novels. Every beloved book has a backstory that is just waiting to be discovered—a story of inspiration, adversity, and tenacity.
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Fiction
The WindFlower
Aeolus pointed to his enemies, and they fell dead before him. Battle raged only feet in front of him. Fading sunlight reflected against battle hardened swords as the sound of steel crashed against steel. The smell of blood, sweat and feces permeated thick in the warm summer air. Already buzzards circled overhead, waiting to feast.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Fiction






