Just A Dream
My bed is gone. The world has gone white. I can’t see the moon, but it reflects off a million snow crystals making the world just bright enough. I look down at my frozen toes and let out a scream. The sound is completely swallowed up by the snow blanketed forest. My boots have been ripped away by curved black claws. My pants replaced by mottled grey and white fur. My knees are bent the wrong way, and my thighs are pure muscle.
Love that sounds in colors
One summer afternoon, as the fragrance of blooming flowers lingered in the air, Janu was engrossed in her garden, nurturing vibrant blossoms that mirrored the kaleidoscope of emotions within her. Meanwhile, Santhosh found himself wrestling with the stubborn tire of his bicycle. Frustration etched across his face, he didn't notice Janu observing him from over the fence.
The Obsidian Shadows
In a realm veiled in perpetual darkness, where the air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and shadows danced with an eerie life of their own, existed a mysterious and desolate land. This dark realm, known as Umbra, was home to creatures that lurked in the obsidian depths, unseen by the eyes of mortals.
Rediscovering Love in the Digital Age: Ava & Ryan's Story
Ava and Ryan had been together for five years. They met in college and immediately clicked, becoming each other's best companions and soulmates. They were each other's greatest fans, supporting and empowering one another in every aspect of their lives. They seemed to be the ideal couple.
The Snow Demon
He had been sat in the tree watching the two girls as they had headed outside into the snow. Snow was such a great enticer for fun, with its sometime companions, mischief and mayhem.
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Shimmers Between Worlds
The ice crystals swirl in the freezing air, snow forming before his face. As the wind picks up, the snow shards move faster and faster in a flurry around his head, making him lose track of his surroundings. Not knowing which way is up and which is right, he shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he can see the image forming, clear as it can be through the blizzard happening before this wall of ice - he sees himself from the back, trading goods at an outdoor market - in another world, another life. He sees where he is somewhere else. Another gust of wind and a new flurry of snow, reveals the image of him cozy in a cabin, before a warming fireplace, holding his newborn daughter, his wife sitting beside them - a family he doesn't have here.
Beautasia the unicorn loved to watch the rainbows. On any damp, cool day after the rains fell, you will find her on a hilltop or the tallest mound admiring the wonderful magic of arching colors high up in the sky. She always looked around carefully to make sure that the inquisitive beings who were always searching for her were not around to disturb her sky gazing moments. She was the last unicorn in existence, Beautasia had searched high and low to try to find others like herself, but alas, she had found none so far. Still, she will never give up her search.
He knew there wasn't much time to live. His heart had plotted to doom him. Death was constantly on his mind and, understandably, he was frightened.
The Return of Malice
Her footsteps echo as she marches across the cold, stone floor. There is a look of defiance in her penetrating eyes. A faint whisper exclaims, “Malice is home!”
Murmurs of the Frost
In a charming, overlooked hamlet cradled by the looming, frosty peaks of great mountains, a secret dwelt, known solely to the venerable spirits. It was believed that each snowflake falling from the sky bore its own narrative—a soft-spoken echo from days gone by, sharing enigmatic tales that frolicked in the brisk, sharp breeze. In this village lived Elara, a young girl with a curiosity for the snow that outshone anyone else's. Where others escaped the nipping frost, she roamed the snow-blanketed pathways with eyes sparkling with enchantment, as though she could hear the snow's whispered secrets. One chilly winter's night, with the village under a white shroud, Elara wandered farther than she had ever gone. Led by an indiscernible guide, she found herself before an ancient oak, its limbs laden with a heavy dusting of snow. And there, she was greeted by the first hushed tones—a gentle, singing voice emanating from the core of the tree. "Child brimming with awe, seeker of the veiled," the voice gently intoned, "the snow is laden with recollections of lives that have crossed these realms.
Tale of Amelia
In the serene hamlet of Willow Creek, cradled by undulating hillocks and dense woodlands, stood a residence shunned by all. This decrepit Victorian abode, its formerly majestic exterior now faded and degraded. Hushed rumors spread among the townsfolk, suggesting that the dwelling was plagued by spectral presences, a lasting hex born from sorrowful occurrences that had transpired in its chambers in a distant past.
Snowflake on the Wind
Did you know that since the beginning, in all of time, there are no two snowflakes that are ever alike. Each one is special and unique.