Fantasy
Norma's Clouds
Every night at midnight the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. No one else ever seemed to notice them, but they always mesmerized Norma. She would stare out the window at night and watch them in the pale light of the moon as they flitted around twisting into beautiful shapes reminiscent of powerful dragons, ships of exploration, majestic castles, graceful ballerinas, and a thousand other things. She imagined herself floating among the wispy formations flying on the back of a fire breathing beast, perched in the crow’s nest of a creaky wooden vessel, gazing out from the window of the tallest tower, spinning and leaping on her tippy toes, or embarking on many other adventures. She would whisper her gratitude to the clouds at night, grateful for the momentary escape from reality before drifting off to sleep where the purple clouds wrapped her in their comforting embrace and pulled her deeper into her imagination until morning.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Time Enough
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The clouds would last for ten minutes, and in that timeframe there was a chance to board the bus. Tyler sat at the bus stop and waited. He’d missed it last week and the week before that he’d been short on the fare. But not this time. This time he was ready. He was the only one waiting at the bus stop that night, though he had expected that. You only got to ride the bus once, and most people in town that were interested in it already had.
By Zakarias Triunfo 4 years ago in Fiction
Iris
Iris Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The stars glimmered beyond them, deep in the enigmatic atmosphere. The clouds luminescence lit up the valleys below like a warm midsummer’s night when the crickets roared louder than thunder.
By Kyle Little4 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain and the Valley. Top Story - March 2023.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was the Mountain Spirit, Akwuk, expelled to her foothills, who sent up the cumuli to the rosy ceiling suspended between Kmarkn’s western and eastern peaks. A month past, Akwuk had come down from the mountain and entered the valley of Kmarkn at evening. She had passed through the line of cedars that divided her realm from Axwiy’s. Perhaps at this point, the Valley had sensed the Mountain’s unhallowed entry, or heard the strident thrum of its elysian heart on the night air.
By Jennifer A. G.4 years ago in Fiction
Iris
Iris Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The stars glimmered beyond them, deep in the enigmatic atmosphere. The clouds luminescence lit up the valleys below like a warm midsummer’s night when the crickets roared louder than thunder.
By Kyle Little4 years ago in Fiction
When Worlds COllide
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Officer Andreas looked up and sighed. The world never used to be like this, before the incursion. He glanced sideways at his partner, Rannell, and she was watching him, watching the sky. She blinked, her verical eyelids flashing across those creepy, goatlike pupils. He smiled weakly at her, and looked toward the ground. He had come to accept Rannell, but the blinking thing still freaked him out a little bit.
By Phil Tennant4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Code of the Kanun: Unraveling the Mysteries of Albania's Ancient Law
Deep in the rugged mountains of Albania, a group of hikers set out on an adventure to explore the ancient land of the Kanun. They were fascinated by the stories of the traditional Albanian code of laws that date back centuries, and they were eager to learn more about this mysterious code that still shapes the country's culture and identity.
By Keerthana Thirumalairaj4 years ago in Fiction
The Garden Ritual
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night, when I heard the stairs creak as Mama and Zia descended, I’d tiptoe to the sitting room window, peek through the shutter slats, and watch as they basked in the glorious misty haze that settled in our garden. They’d toss their heads back, their faces to the sky, and sing, chant, and pray to the heavens. The scents from our garden filled the night air as the purple clouds coasted by silently—every night for as long as I can remember.
By Maria Marandola4 years ago in Fiction
