Fantasy
Lily
Lily looked out the window and sighed, dropping her embroidery. There was nothing truly interesting to do within the walls of her father’s castle. She glanced back at the door, and in a moment of unrestrained rage, she suddenly flung the sampler out the window. It spun out over the trees that crawled right up to the foot of her tower, and disappeared into the dark foliage. She wanted so badly to do the same.
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Blossoms: A Tale of Love's Resilience
Two kindred spirits who lived in a little town tucked away in the rolling hills found comfort in each other's presence. Emilia, a free-spirited artist with eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and Liam, a brooding writer haunted by his past, were drawn together by an inexplicable connection.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Bee: A Story of Buzz and Bravery
Buzz was a small bee with a heart as big as a sunflower. He was a bright little fellow, with golden stripes and wings that caught the sun just right. Buzz lived with his mother, the most hardworking bee in the whole hive. She was always busy, gathering nectar and taking care of the other bees. Buzz followed her everywhere, learning the ways of the hive and dreaming of the day when he'd be big enough to go out on his own.
By kiki hadiyanto2 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Rift: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe
In the heart of a nameless galaxy, two celestial titans danced an ancient waltz. Their orbits intertwined like lovers' limbs, drawing perilously close with each revolution. Gravity's tender caress held them bound, yet threatened to tear them asunder in a catastrophic embrace.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Lasting Echoes
The glow of the sun was gradually going down until it was finally a warm orange cast over the train station. There was when Ian and Ester sat on a bench with their hands being intertwined. The air was officially filled with the finality mood. The moment was as if written up in their memory
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Weaver
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Whispering Woods, a young woman named Lyra Flynn possessed a gift both wondrous and cursed. She could weave memories into fabric, conjuring vivid tapestries that echoed the deepest desires and darkest fears of those who wore them. Her creations were said to hold the power to awaken forgotten moments, to soothe the troubled mind, and to unravel the tangled threads of the past.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Dance of the Elements
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the rivers sang songs of old, there existed a place untouched by time. It was here that the four elements - Earth, Water, Air, and Fire - held sway, each vying for dominance in a never-ending dance of power.
By Willow Peddy2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage
Captain Erika Salis gripped the weathered wheel of her trading ship, the Zephyr's Wind, as she guided it through the turbulent waters of the Balisrian Sea. The salty spray stung her eyes, but she kept them locked on the horizon, searching for the telltale signs of an approaching storm. This wasn't her first voyage, but each one carried its perils.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Amaranth Bloom
Elara Windrose wandered the forgotten pathways of the Bracken Wood, her calloused fingers caressing the ancient bark of towering oak sentinels. These trees had stood watch over the forest's secrets since before her people claimed this verdant realm as their home. A soft breeze tousled her raven tresses, and she absently tucked a loose strand behind her ear, emerald eyes scanning the undergrowth.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Forgotten
In the heart of an ancient forest, where the canopy danced with the whispers of the wind and the sunlight filtered through the leaves like shards of gold, there stood a forgotten mansion. Its walls, draped in ivy, bore witness to the passage of time, holding within their confines the secrets of generations past.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Voodoo Companion
Every time a princess is officiated, they come into having their companion. Not a familiar. It is similar to one, but no one wants to call it that because of how afraid people are of witches. We are two parallels all the same. We both have magic and a companion. It is just where one is seen as bright and beautiful, while the other is dark and scary. My name is Princess Dolly. Our names help us to be able to guess what we will be the princess of and what our companion may be.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 years ago in Fiction
