Fantasy
A Cloud of Hair
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Up in her room, little Salacia stared out of the open window with a glimmer in her eyes. It was her favourite time of the day- the stars would twinkle like glitter scattered in the sky. The clouds would sway to the rhythm of the winds. The sounds of frogs in the nearby pond replaced the songbirds of the day, and twilight thrushes sang a sweet and melodic tune.
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
A Cloud of Hair
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Up in her room, little Salacia stared out of the open window with a glimmer in her eyes. It was her favourite time of the day- the stars would twinkle like glitter scattered in the sky. The clouds would sway to the rhythm of the winds. The sounds of frogs in the nearby pond replaced the songbirds of the day, and twilight thrushes sang a sweet and melodic tune.
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
Cielo púrpura
Summond by a dream Every night at midnight the purple clouds came out to dance with the bluish sky. The ocean absorbed both colors as the waves crashed against the shore in a cobalt or sapphire hue. This was the wonder and magic of Cielo púrpura a little Island just off the coast of Puerto Rico. Kileshya stood watching the beautiful sight as the wind whipped her long flowing dress. Her journey to this place had begun a year ago when she began having the same dream at least twice a week.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Fiction
Talking Rabbit's Discovery
Once upon a time, in a dense forest filled with all sorts of animals, there lived a tiny, fluffy rabbit named Benny. Benny was not an ordinary rabbit, for he had a unique ability - he could talk to people. None of the other animals knew about this because Benny had kept his ability a secret.
By Angel Varo4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Dance
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a ritual that had been going on for as long as anyone could remember. But what most people didn't know was that it wasn't just a natural occurrence. It was magic.
By Angel Varo4 years ago in Fiction
The Purple Stone
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Viola knew this, for it was a part of her nightly routine. She would climb into her cozy bed, read a chapter or two, and then head over to the bay window in her bedroom to wait for the clouds to appear. Tonight was no different.
By Leya Vandewaetere4 years ago in Fiction
The Owl Named Hoot
In the depths of the forest, there lived a wise old owl named Hoot. Hoot was no ordinary owl; he had a gift that allowed him to speak to humans. However, Hoot knew better than to reveal this gift to just anyone. He only spoke to those he deemed worthy of his knowledge.
By Angel Varo4 years ago in Fiction
A dream going up the stream
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The call from Morpheus, as I used to call it, many times convinced me of witnessing this beautiful play matured played, her favourite of fall late nights. Lethargic, specially after a satisfying dinner, where a fresh salad wasn’t impossible to resist. Every different dish, somehow, reminded her of the purple clouds she saw from the kitchen’s t hen window
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Fiction
