Fantasy

What may Come
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It began to capture the imagination of the entire world. Scientist and world leaders tried in vain to discover its source, while the ordinary people took to admiring the beauty. This went on for weeks, then months, the phenomenon eventually became nothing more than an average part of life. People went about their days with only the odd comment regarding the beauty in the night sky.
By JBaz4 years ago in Fiction
The Stolen Rain
Chapter 1: The Tipsy Tree Inn Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Purple clouds pregnant with rain drifted over both towns and castles alike, ready to flood without discrimination. When the bright spirits of the sky drank these clouds, they were satisfied with their work and returned to their world between the sky and the heavens. Unreachable as they were, they could hear the cries of those below.
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Red Pen
Lena loved her job as an editor in a publishing house. She spent most of her time reading and editing manuscripts, correcting grammar, and improving writing style. It was a demanding job, but she enjoyed the challenge.
By mozhib4 years ago in Fiction
Under Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Beneath them, the only building with a distinctive art deco crown and spire, shone with a star-like shimmer to make up for the ones in the sky. Further east, as the water lapped against the man-made rocks, the river reflected the rendezvous of the two unlikely entities. Unlikely only to the humankind, for it was oh so anticipated for centuries now, by the Fae.
By Ria4 years ago in Fiction
The Way Back to Midnight
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night, as a doughy-faced youth, I greeted them as many people welcome the light of morning. Not me; I’ve longed for the blush of midnight for as long as I can remember.
By Mariah Blodgett4 years ago in Fiction
Late-Night Classic Rock Drives
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The chilled breeze that routinely accompanies them makes different melodic sounds as it cuts through the frosted glistening mountain tops, similar to the sound a saxophone makes as air flows through the wooden reed and through its body. The sounds don't necessarily lend to comprise an entire musical movement, but they are pleasant enough to make the purple clouds sway and twirl in the air.
By Jose Antonio Soto4 years ago in Fiction
The Love Story
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was well known that the effervescent tones were the universe’s way of kissing the world goodnight. The world remembers the first time she felt the cold purpling light of the universe come to stroke her atmosphere with that glorious paintbrush of light. Maa, for that is what this world is called, has composed many songs and poems to Edra the universe that echoes with the passion in her trembling depths. Edra was the kind of lover who knew no restrictions, no limits on how much love she could give to her beloved Maa.
By Calla Hoskins4 years ago in Fiction
What If The World Really Was Purple Every Evening
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. As I comment to myself that line, I hear, “Oh my,” coming from the wife. “Poetry in motion. I wish I could take a notion and be with you at night to see what you see.”
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Not What It Seems
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Everyone in the village of Pallaton was enchanted by the sight. The villagers would dance under the clouds and celebrate their arrival. They all thought it was magical, a gift to bring in the new day. What they didn’t know was that these clouds meant extinction.
By Rebecca Hackney4 years ago in Fiction
The Tales of Ryu
Tiana found a mystical patterned book called The Tales of Ryu in her local library. As many times as she’s gone to Springhallow library, she’s never seen this book, but it called to her.
By Twyla4 years ago in Fiction
Farming Amongst the Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And as soon as they do, the observers in their towers would announce it and the cloud farmers would head up in their harvesters to start their work for the day, harvesting from said purple clouds.
By Michael Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Orangeblush
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dew on the flowers reflected a beautiful comforting hue from the moon’s rays while the smallest fairy collected the gold-like pollen from the flower’s center. With her translucent crystal spoon, she scooped the golden particles into her green satchel, careful not to touch the flower’s petal as she silently fluttered above the plant. The tiniest bit of pressure would cause the petals to close and the fairy would be trapped and helpless. This was a dangerous task yet only the smallest of fairies were blessed by the Queen to perform such an honor. Afterall,the golden particles were the life source of the fae community.
By Ariel 4 years ago in Fiction