Fantasy
The Mystery of the Lady of the Skies
Chapter 1: The Boarding The flight was packed, and the passengers were all in a hurry to board. As Mark took his seat, he couldn't help but notice that something was off. There was a strange feeling in the air, like a sense of impending doom.
By Rukka Nova3 years ago in Fiction
Bubbles
I’m flying just above their heads, with the birds and the trees, but no one really notices, just a few children look up at me. They look amazed as I float their way, a few parents see me too, they smile and point only to look away. I see, no one seems to care as a float away, but I do. I see what maybe they don’t.
By Timothy Kiser3 years ago in Fiction
"The Secret Admirer"
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she read the note. Who could be sending her these letters? And why were they doing it anonymously? She tried to shake off the feeling of unease and decided to meet her secret admirer, despite her reservations.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Moon
Now it is the night of the witching hour, something that only happens once every 10 centuries. It has been said that during this time, witches and princesses of human life travel to a mystical realm where they belong. The protagonist, a young witch named Lola, finds out about this night from her grandmother and decides to take part in the journey. She gathers her magical ingredients and casts a spell to open the portal but is stopped by her brother, who does not believe in magic. They get into an argument until finally, Lola's grandmother intervenes by telling them a story about when she was a young witch and how she also wanted to take part in the journey but was too scared. This gives Lola the courage to continue Lola's grandmother's story about her own fears and doubts as a young person, which helps Lola realise that it's okay to be scared, but it shouldn't stop her from pursuing her dreams. With her newfound courage, Lola decides to push through her fears and continue on the journey. with her plan. Lola casts her spell successfully and enters the other realm, where she meets many other witches and princesses from all over the world who have come together for this special night. As they explore this strange new world, they realise that not all of the witches and princesses are friendly. Some seem to be out to get Lola, while others seem to be more helpful. Lola soon learns that the journey is much more complicated than she first thought, as she must now find a way back home before midnight. The story is about a girl named Lola trying to make her way back home after travelling to a magical realm for the Witching Hour, which only happens once every 10 centuries when witches and princesses from different places gather in one place. The protagonist comes across many different adventures with different characters. Throughout her journey, Lola discovers her own magical powers and learns valuable lessons about friendship, bravery, and the importance of being true to oneself. At night, every witch is called on stage and is meant to introduce themselves with a list of how to kill humans. When Lola heard her name, she went on the stage but was horrified by how the other witches ate. The head witch asked her, How will you kill the witches? but she was a good witch. She collected her courage and answered “I would not like to kill humans; they are not our enemies, and why do you want to kill them, Miss Clarya”, Miss Clarya got provoked, so she replied that they all always kill us because they consider us their enemies, and we witches are made to kill people, especially humans. We are sinful, aren't we? All the other witches replied,Yes, we are. The group of witches then burst into laughter, enjoying the irony of their own admission. They knew that their sins were what made them powerful and feared by others. They collected and started their dark magic. As they dove deeper into the forbidden arts, their powers grew stronger and more unpredictable. They became consumed by their own darkness, willing to do whatever it took to maintain their dominance over those around them. But little did they know Lola was a weller witch, which means she is the most powerful and brave, and when she gets angry, the moon's colour changes to red like blood. She was so angry that she started making a red cloud, and everything went dark The only thing that was visible was Lola controlling the red moon, and Miss Clarya got what she was trying to do. It was none other than the Alribatgijmar, which is the spell that only Witch Ashyra and Warlock Qerytwa, who are known to specialise in all the spells and are also known as the King and Queen of Dark Magic. The onlookers were terrified as they watched Lola unleash the power of the Alribatgijmar. Miss Clarya was left stunned and defeated, realising that she had underestimated Lola's abilities and the extent of her dark magic knowledge. Now Miss Clarya was begging Lola to stop, but it was not under her control; it was the power given by THE GOD OF EVIL.
By Raavi Dhull3 years ago in Fiction
Cloud Fleet 81
Drifting and floating at 6500 feet, Cirro readied his Cloud Craft. His hands shook as he turned knobs and pressed buttons on his control panel. Making eye contact with his reflection, he examined his white, cottony hair that swirled into a perfect cloud shape. He was pleased with himself. Slowly scanning his face, he noticed that his normally light blue cheeks had taken on a pale, chalky color. “Nerves,” he thought.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
Katabatic Winds
Pedaling viciously, I looked out beyond the wooden rods and canvas on which I sat, down at the end of the barren strip of land that I had just taken off of. The plateau was brushed smooth down the middle, meticulously picked clean of all rock, brush and weeds. Short torches burned along the eastern and western edges of the landing strip. Beyond the northern face of the plateau stone spires towered above the distance fogs, twice again as tall as the plateau home of my village. The wind was calm that morning, mist still hung along many the distant peaks, I hoped the wind would pick up only enough to blow off the low clouds, though the puffy cumulus that hung in the otherwise clear sky told me it wouldn’t.
By Dakota Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Resurrection in Crestwood
In the small town of Crestwood, there was a legend that spoke of a resurrection that would occur every 100 years. The townspeople believed that on the day of the resurrection, the dead would come back to life and roam the streets of Crestwood.
By Tebogo Ramhota3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Enchanted forest
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was an enchanted forest that was protected by a guardian. The guardian's name was Liana, and she was a powerful sorceress who had been entrusted with the task of keeping the forest safe from any harm that might come its way.
By Ariana Jean3 years ago in Fiction
