Fantasy

The Red Bird Who Sang the Blues
Have you ever heard a bird sing the blues? It's a unique experience and one that is sure to bring a smile to your face. The red bird that sang the blues was a special creature with a song unlike any other. In this blog post, we'll explore the story of the red bird that sang the blues and learn why it was so special. We'll also look at the impact it had on its listeners and the world around it.
By Michael Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Dance
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a time of magic, a time when the world was not as it seemed. Mariana knew this better than anyone.
By Nikki Clam4 years ago in Fiction
Chainsaw Saints
In a world where demons roam freely among humans, there lived a young man named Kaito. Kaito was an orphan who had been taken in by the Devil Hunters Association at a young age. He had always dreamed of becoming the strongest Devil Hunter and protecting the world from the demons that threatened it. One day, while on a routine mission, Kaito came across a powerful demon that had been terrorizing a small village. The demon was unlike any he had ever seen before. It had multiple arms and legs, and its body was covered in thick, scaly armor. Kaito knew that he was no match for this demon alone, but he refused to back down.
By Rogul 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Love
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Jack who had just graduated from college. He was on top of the world - he had a great job lined up, supportive friends, and a girlfriend who he thought was the one.
By Mohd Shaarif4 years ago in Fiction
Victorian House
Victorian House: Deserted It was a dim and blustery night in the modest community of Millfield. The breeze yelled through the trees, making them influence and squeak. The downpour beat down on the roofs, making a steady drumming sound. The roads were abandoned, and the main sound was the downpour.
By Srini V4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Dollhouse
The Haunted Dollhouse: The old Victorian dollhouse sat in the corner of the antique shop, its intricate details and delicate features catching the eye of every customer who entered. But something about the dollhouse seemed off to those who lingered too long in its presence.
By tiny4 years ago in Fiction
Periwinkle and Premonitions. Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It wasn’t much light, but for Annie, it was just enough. She walked quickly in the pale, plummy glow, going over and over the day before to find out where exactly she’d messed up. There was simply no reason for her to be working at midnight, and yet here she was, at the door of the bakery, at 12am sharp. She fumbled through her keys in the low light, yawning deeply.
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Fiction
Apricity
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lavender and violet swirl upon the face of the firmament made shy by the setting of the sun and the eyes of the millions who stand, watching her. Soon she will sparkle quietly in indigo and vantablack, diamonds decorating her darkness and her moon an icy marble eye watching the world while it sleeps. But for now she dances. She dances while they watch.
By Lucia B.4 years ago in Fiction
When Lilacs Bloom
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Could this be that spring is here at last? Twyla looks to those clouds and knows that it will only be a matter of days before she will see some wildflowers out on the farm. Perhaps the lilacs will finally bloom. Sadly, there is one stipulation. Twyla remembers as she lays in her bed watching the clouds form and move. She must fall in love before a single bud will emerge.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Midnight Purple Blushing Sky
Chapter 1 Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This was normal in the British Isles though the moralities thought it was normal for us it wasn't. It was the beginning of darkness moving across the way.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Fiction
The First Day of the Festival
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The regularity of this nebulous ritual did not deter the townspeople from beholding the spectacle. Rather the opposite: the weeklong phenomenon, which occurred at approximately the same time in mid April every year, typically drew crowds in the hundreds, if not thousands.
By Sarahmarie Specht-Bird4 years ago in Fiction
Avatar: The Way Of Water - Movie Review
Introduction I'm getting this to you a little bit late but thank you for your patience I was hanging out with a friend in Vegas he needed to get his mind off of some BS badly and he was like I've never been to Vegas do you want to go to Vegas I was like dude I got your back let's go to Vegas let's get your mind off of it because that's what friends do friends will have your back even if they miss the pre-embargo screening to the first James Cameron film in 13 years now the way of water is out it's time to punch on and do that only monetizable skill I have talk.
By Havi Nagpal4 years ago in Fiction