Fantasy
The Tale of Emmeline & Stanley. Content Warning.
The flickering candle did nothing to enhance the passed-out lump Emmeline called Husband. The stink-cloud of booze and old sweat coming off him infected the air. Wrinkling her nose, she plucked the bottle from his hand and locked it away in the poky little kitchen. It wouldn't do for Them to get their little hands on it.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Wood
Reina clutched the frayed map, its edges worn thin from years of desperate hope. Barkwood, the ancient forest whispered to be both sanctuary and death trap, loomed before her. Its gnarled branches, thick as forgotten gods, scraped the twilight sky, and an eerie silence pressed down, broken only by the rustle of unseen creatures. Reina, a refugee fleeing a kingdom consumed by war, had nowhere else to turn.
By Amadi Divine3 years ago in Fiction
When the Guardian Returns
Nicole opened her eyes slowly and blinked into the too bright light. For a moment, she stared up into the tree canopy above and watched the leaves sway in a gentle, but steady breeze. Small glimpses of the bright blue, cloudless sky raised questions. As did the fact that the sun seemed to be directly overhead, blocked intermittently by a broad tree canopy.
By Mary K Brackett3 years ago in Fiction
The Unity of Emberwood
In Emberwood, a realm where nature sang and life flourished in harmony, there resided a bear named Claude. Known for his heart of gold and equally renowned clumsiness, Claude was a gentle giant, an embodiment of pure kindness in a world that often overlooked such traits for the sharper wit or swifter stride.
By Lord Clawthorne, King of the Bears3 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Whispering Woods
There was once a time—when the kingdoms and empires soared high and wide across the lands—that the Woods of Whispers were snuggled deep at the heart of some long-forgotten land. It had to be one that whistled in silent trees that slipped quietly in and out of time, the type of place where magic was the gentle wind, and legends were the birthplace of legends.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction
The Starlit Serenade
In the Crescendo Empire, music that had once been linked to the very essence of life flowed like a river. From the humblest villager to the noblest courtier all reveled in the power of the music, found solace in its soothing strains, inspiration in its ascending crescendos the heavens but as dark clouds of cruelty descended the music grew silent, and an oppressive silence replaced its voice by the Lord Discordia And we are
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
