Fantasy
The world above the clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This was a sight that Sarah had never grown tired of watching. From her balcony, she would sit and admire the breathtaking beauty of the sky and the clouds as they put on a show for her. She had always felt a special connection with nature, and this nightly display felt like a personal gift from the universe.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Fiction
The Alchemist's Legacy
A Mysterious Encounter on the Desolate Hillside of New England's Treacherous Coastline Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. At times, the purple clouds would emerge as a gathering of five or six, or at other times, only a small cluster of two or three. But there was always one among them that stood out, a face that appeared more human than the rest. Its features were etched into the swirling mass of cloud as if it had been carved onto a great column of cloud-rock by some unknown, eldritch hand. It gazed upwards towards the heavens, as if yearning to be lifted bodily into the ethereal realm from which it came.
By Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt4 years ago in Fiction
"Lily and the Magic Crystal"
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the heart of a dense forest, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was an orphan who had been raised by her grandmother, who had passed away just a few weeks ago. Now, Lily had no one left in the world except for her beloved dog, Rusty.
By Max For You4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - The Road to walk.
OBSOLETE Fr. William Manilaus closed the door to the school's library. It was the last day of teaching for a batch of students. They had finished their education and were within days, weeks or months from reaching the age of manhood and were ready to move onward with their lives, and, being the raucous youths that they were they were likely to spend their last few hours loudly dancing and singing in the streets of Atlas.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight at the Calla Café
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. The Calla Café boasted premium views of the purple clouds and photos from their terrace graced luxury magazines worldwide. Which is why it had a reservation list two months long.
By Loryne Andawey4 years ago in Fiction
Is love real or fake
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a girl named Lily who believed that love was nothing more than a figment of one's imagination. She had grown up witnessing the numerous heartbreaks that her mother had faced and had come to believe that love was nothing more than a cruel joke played by fate.
By Okolo Ugochukwu4 years ago in Fiction
