Fantasy
Magic Dream. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a sleepy little town where nothing much ever happened, there was a girl named Lily. Now, Lily was just your average kid, with messy hair and a penchant for getting into mischief. But she had a secret—one that no one else knew about.
By Revriand Asyhar2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Kingdom. AI-Generated.
The Creation of the Guardians Long before the hidden kingdom of Arathia was sealed from the world, Eldoria was a land where magic thrived in harmony with nature. To protect this balance, the ancient sorcerers created the Guardians—powerful, sentient beings imbued with magic and tasked with safeguarding the most sacred places in the realm.
By Rini Mulyani Atjeng Saputra2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Kingdom. AI-Generated.
The Prodigy In the heart of Arathia, a kingdom concealed by a dense, enchanted forest, a young girl named Elara was born with an innate gift for magic. From an early age, she could manipulate elements, heal wounds, and communicate with the ancient spirits of the forest. Her abilities far surpassed those of her peers, and she quickly gained the attention of the kingdom’s elders.
By Rini Mulyani Atjeng Saputra2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Kingdom. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Fading Light In the land of Eldoria, magic had always been the lifeblood of the realm, flowing through its rivers, nurturing its forests, and empowering its people. But over the last century, the magic began to fade. Crops withered, rivers dried, and once-mighty wizards found themselves struggling to cast even the simplest of spells. Amid this decline, whispers of a forgotten kingdom began to surface, a kingdom hidden from the world that supposedly held the key to restoring magic.
By Rini Mulyani Atjeng Saputra2 years ago in Fiction
The Last of the Light (part one)
“So that light-footed man of yours is gone again.” Lily straightens. She’s been washing clothes, hauling water from the well in wooden buckets that leave splinters in her hands. The heat presses like an anvil on her back and her head aches with the hard white light of another spring morning in the desert. That relentless light lulls her into numbness, squeezes thought from her brain. She has to squint to make out the squat dark shape of Tia Rosa, emerging soundlessly from a tangle of crosote and low mesquites at the edge of the yard.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Draconia - A World First
"Are we nearly there?" Toby kicked the back of his dad's seat. "Nearly, son," Simon replied. He couldn't blame the kids for being excited. Dragons! This was the only way to see one. None in the wild for centuries, believed mythical for ages. This was the only Park of its kind.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Life Story of a Squirrel In English . Content Warning.
The Tail of Pip A Squirrel's Chronicle The world was a haze of stirring leaves and dappled daylight when Pip initially aired out an eye. Brought into the world in the core of a transcending oak, settled among his kin in a comfortable drey, his reality was the glow of fur and the encouraging fragrance of his mom, Hazel. The initial not many weeks were a tornado of bungling efforts to nurture, fun loving nips at his kin, and the stifled hints of the backwoods separating through the woven twigs of their home. One bright evening, a bedlam of tweets and invigorated chitters drew Pip's consideration. His mom, vigorous and smooth, pushed him towards the opening. Dread, a basic intuition, beat through him as he looked at the bewildering dip under. Be that as it may, the commitment of experience was compelling. He made a conditional stride, his minuscule paws scrabbling for buy on the unpleasant bark. The world shifted, his heart pounded, however a flood of invigoration washed over him as he crawled forward. The woodland floor was a disclosure. Oak seeds, stout and brown, littered the ground, a gala for inquisitive eyes. In any case, risk snuck as well. A stir in the undergrowth sent Pip scrambling up a close by tree, his ragged tail jerking with apprehensive energy. A bird of prey, with wings the shade of tempest mists, flying above, its puncturing look creeping him out.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction









