Fantasy
The Fibonacci Stairs
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Converging together, they’d waltz across the heavens, twirling in a celestial ballet that stole the breath of those fated to see it. They danced until the witching hour’s approach, suddenly reaching their climax at the chime of three. Bulging together, the clouds began to spin, a whirling dervish that made even the mystics blush with admirable envy.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
Over The Rainbow
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tomorrow is a new day, filled of hope and wonder, just for you! This is what I was told when I was a little girl. My head was filled with images of purple and pink skies in a magical world, where dreams come true. When I turend 20, I found myself still waiting for those things, those magical things, realizing they would never come. Until one day they did.
By Holland Grace 4 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet and not quite solace
Chapter 1: Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I watch as they slowly transition from purple to blue to gray. This used to be my favorite time of day; it still is, but… I sigh with both a bit of longing and a bit of appreciation. I can still enjoy what I have while also wishing for the previous days of darting around in the dusk skies, right? Moving away from the window, I stretch, and then gently manifest my wings. My Fae doctor has given me a list of exercises and I have done them diligently for the past week. What I haven’t told anyone is that I’m doing the exercise routine two to three times a day. I’m not going to sit around and be thought of as lazy.
By Rachel L. Reges4 years ago in Fiction
