Fantasy
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The Wolf and the young seven kids
Once upon a time… No, wrong start. Deep in the forest, in a small but delicate little house, lived a goat with her seven children. Her husband was already dead. A pack of wolves had torn him apart. All that was left of him were some bones. The goat had a hard time providing for herself and her children. Even clothing was challenging to get. The clothes they wore were made of patches sewn together.
My Sister’s Reaper
“We, the sisters of the Raven Family Coven, come under moonlight to bring upon chaos to those that spite. Let thorns rise up and through her head to make Julie’s mommy cry in bed. Add a drop of her blood, rat poison, and lead.”
Real PoeticPublished 8 months ago in FictionBubbles of Wonder: Tales of Magic and Hope
In a quaint, picturesque village nestled amidst rolling hills and swaying rice fields, there lived an enchanting Asian baby girl named Joo, aged three. Joo was a bundle of boundless energy and insatiable curiosity, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the wonder of the world around her. Her laughter, as tinkling as wind chimes, filled the air wherever she went.
StoryholicFindsPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Well in the Garden
There is a legend surrounding the well that resides in the deepest part of the gardens on the royal estate. A legend that states that those with pure intentions would find success after visiting the well. Today I will be testing that out.
Aria NorthPublished 8 months ago in FictionA Self Made Man
I was sitting at a desk inside of RepliTech Labs, Inc, asking the licensed therapist for the company’s promised solution to my problem.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Nature of Choice
In the picturesque town of Willowbrook, where rolling hills and canopies of autumn leaves painted a mesmerizing backdrop, a curious figure by the name of Samuel resided. Samuel was not an ordinary member of the community; he was known for his endless fascination with the intricate web of human nature and the labyrinth of choices that guided people through life.
Dominik SzabóPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Candle Covens
Energy and ease for the winter to come. Lift up any hex that keeps them from their sum. Keep up the optimism for after the holidays because all will have warm tea for all of their stays.
Shelby HagoodPublished 8 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
"My Life's Work"
“My Life’s Work” Katelyn Honigsberg She liked to fit people into the world like puzzle pieces. Watching their stories and personalities shift together perfectly complementing one another was amusing. It almost comforted the sad life she felt outside of her makeshift project. A certain sadness grabbed at her heart when she noted tomorrow she’d have to turn in the small globe.
Katelyn HonigsbergPublished 8 months ago in Fiction Harmony of Brilliance
In the hallowed atelier of the future, where human ingenuity danced with the silken threads of AI, a portrait of boundless creativity unfurled. It was a tapestry woven not with threads of yore, but with luminescent filaments of tomorrow's promise, a testament to the convergence of human soul and artificial sinew.
Things To Make ✨ AI TOOLSPublished 8 months ago in FictionAurora and the Sorcerer's Legacy
"Ameliora lumina terrae et astra, Conjuro vos, potentia mea nostra." In the dimly lit chamber, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, Muzi stood at the center of a circle drawn with intricate symbols and runes. Her voice, melodious and pure, echoed through the room as she began the ancient incantation:
StoryholicFindsPublished 8 months ago in FictionTo Cast The Spell
The Prompt Write a story about a coven. The first line must be a spell. The music is "The Spell" by Uriah Heep from their 1972 album "Demons and Wizards"
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 8 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Micro World (Part 2)
Part One: The Prologue Helmar was just a regular student at Lethbridge College. Unsure of what he wanted the future to hold, he was taking a variety of classes. He did typical first-year things like go out for drinks with friends after class and try to keep up with the workload as best he could.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 8 months ago in Fiction