Fantasy
Love on the Other Side of the Wall: Tales from a Talking Wall
As the years went by, I continued to stand tall, always present and always observing. My presence in this part of the city had become a fixture, and people would often stop by just to chat or take a moment to themselves. I was more than just a wall, I was a confidant, a friend, and a silent witness to the love stories of others.
By Vinodhkumar M V4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy of the Forest
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a beautiful forest filled with all sorts of creatures. The most special of all was a fairy who lived in the heart of the forest. Her name was Luna, and she was the kindest and wisest fairy of all. She had lived in the forest for hundreds of years and was loved by all the creatures who lived there.
By shree nagesh4 years ago in Fiction
The legend of Rico and Sable
The air spun about them like a ballet. The tiny island floated above the world and spun with gentleness. Serenity and peace were the rules of thumb. At least, they would have been if Rico would stop kicking at the dirt with his shoe.
By Grayson Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Jazzed in Time: A Love Story Across the Ages.
The time traveler had a difficult childhood, filled with loneliness and neglect. He was often left to fend for himself and struggled to make connections with others. Despite this, he never lost hope and held onto the belief that someday, he would find someone who truly understood him.
By john frick4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If Walls could Talk, I would. I have been standing here for many years now, a silent sentinel watching over the lives of two generations that have passed through these doors. In my time, I have seen this house filled with laughter and grief alike; but above all else, I have felt the presence of love in each step taken and every word spoken within these walls.
By Temple Dent4 years ago in Fiction
The Brave Women of the Underwater Kingdom
Once upon a time, in a small village on the edge of a great forest, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived with her mother, who was a healer, and her father, who was a woodcutter. Lily was a curious and adventurous girl who loved to explore the forest and learn about the plants and animals that lived there.
By YathirajaSampathKumar K R4 years ago in Fiction
The Illuminati Conspiracy
Nina was a young journalist, eager to make a name for herself in the world of investigative reporting. When she stumbled upon a mysterious symbol, repeated over and over in various places throughout the city, she was intrigued. The symbol was that of an eye in a triangle, and it seemed to be everywhere she looked.
By DHINESH CR4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who has been haunting a prison for years finds solace in a guard who can hear her story
Blackthorn Jail was a famous organization, known for its brutal circumstances and the mercilessness of its watchmen. It was supposed to be spooky by the phantom of a young lady named Elizabeth, who had passed on in the jail quite a while back. Her phantom was said to meander the lobbies of the jail, looking for comfort and a finish to her misery.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in the 1800s finds a new connection with a modern-day historian
In the mid 1800s, Windward House was the most fantastic bequest in all of Britain. It was the home of the rich and strong Ruler Charles Windward, and it was known for its lavish nurseries, extravagant assembly hall, and staggering design. However, behind the stupendous veneer, there was a dull mystery. One evening, a young lady named Isabella kicked the bucket in the estate, her life cut unfortunately off. Her phantom has been seen from that point onward, meandering the corridors of Windward House, looking for an association with the universe of the residing.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who has been lost for centuries finally finds her way home with the help of a stranger
For quite a long time, the phantom of Rosewood House had been lost, meandering capriciously through the lobbies of the once excellent home. She was a delightful young lady, with long brilliant hair and a sensitive white dress that streamed behind her like a waterway of fog. Yet, she was likewise desolate and loaded up with a feeling of bitterness, for she had been isolated from her home for a really long time.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
