Fantasy
Under the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. No one knew why it happened or how it occurred at the same time each night, but it became a tradition for the people of the city to stand outside at midnight and watch it.
By Amethyst Champagne4 years ago in Fiction
As It Was
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, and the Ogre sang to the masses below. His ethereal voice floated through the moonlit sky and entered every house in the village of Trenton. The people knew their master watched over them and revered him, though they didn’t know why.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Dance of the Purple Clouds
The night sky was a deep, star-spangled blanket that spread out for miles and miles. The stars twinkled brightly, and the moon shone a gentle glow over the landscape. The air was still and silent, almost as if the entire world its breath in anticipation.
By Michael Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Curious Eyes watching the world
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. From high above our unsuspecting heads, the entities in the sky scrutinized our every move. If anyone were closely observing, they would notice the different cadence to their dances at nights. The rhythm, tempo and metre changed with their perception of the exploits of the curious beings below.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction






