Fantasy
The Persevering Enchantment of Fiction
Fiction, the craftsmanship of weaving stories that transport perusers to strange regions, has been an necessarily portion of human culture for centuries. From old myths and legends to modern books, fiction serves as a vehicle for investigating the profundities of creative energy, human feelings, and the complexities of the world. In this web journal post, we'll dig into the persevering enchantment of fiction and its significant affect on people and society.
By oluwadamilola Awe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Terrifying Tremulous Trees
I’m Gunther Twigly, and I’m a two thousand year old California Redwood tree. My patch of forest was special, different from other forests. There was a meteor crash here thousands of years before even I existed. The meteors minerals were unlike anything from Earth. My seedling landed near the meteor crash site, and when I started growing, my roots and the roots from the other surrounding trees absorbed the minerals which allowed us to become sentient. There’s a total of three acres of land where myself and the other sentient trees grow. Every hundred years or so, a new meteor crashes in the same spot, providing us with fresh minerals for our seedlings. We wait until then to plant our seeds and now there are thousands of sentient trees wandering through California, exploring while trying to remain hidden. If ever you think you see a tree moving or you hear a couple of trees whispering to each other in the middle of the night, it might be one of us. Most of us are harmless explorers, though, so unless you run into the one we call Mr. Murder Tree who swore an oath of vengeance on all humans for their continued atrocities against trees, there’s no need to worry. And if you do run into Mr. Murder Tree, you won’t know until it’s to late. So again, no need to worry.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Trees in Athens
My new rental apartment in Athens was surrounded by trees, which is not unusual, as there are countless homes around the world also encircled by these majestic creatures. The difference, which may only occur in Greece, is that the trees talk to each other, and they seem to speak the same language whether they look like lemon trees, palm trees, olive trees, or any other such beauties. They seem to understand each other through their leaves and surely their roots. But what are they saying?
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Fiction
The cat and the forest
In the heart of a sprawling forest, where ancient trees reached for the sky and streams whispered secrets to the wind, there lived a curious cat named Luna. With fur as dark as the midnight sky and eyes that sparkled like stars, Luna was a creature of grace and wonder.
By marwa moon7773 years ago in Fiction
DARIUS
Darius and his brother Draven grew up as orphans in the port city of Basilich. Darius struggled to provide for them both, constantly fighting with gangs of older urchins and anyone else who threatened his little brother—even the city guard. Every day on the streets was a battle for survival, and Darius earned more scars by his twelfth summer than some soldiers do in a lifetime.
By mahmoud hakeem3 years ago in Fiction
BRIAR
Near the end of his reign, Grand General Boram Darkwill entrusted the Black Rose and its many hemomancers with creating a new kind of living weapon. Unlike their previous experiments on the deceased, this would be a being born from and fueled by blood—one driven to hunt down targets without requiring the sustenance of food and water.
By mahmoud hakeem3 years ago in Fiction
"Feathered Friends: A Tale of Belonging"
Once upon a time, in a cozy forest nestled between tall trees and a glistening stream, lived a little bird named Pip. Pip was a tiny, chirpy fellow with feathers as blue as the sky on a sunny day. But despite his cheerful appearance, Pip was quite lonely.
By Matthias Bloemen3 years ago in Fiction
ANNIE
Boram Darkwill’s last years on the throne were a time of great uncertainty for Noxus, and many with an aptitude for magic left the capital for the relative peace of more distant provinces. Gregori the Gray and his wife, a witch by the name of Amoline, preferred to demonstrate their Noxian strength by taming the borderlands, rather than partaking in the political intrigue of the noble houses.
By mahmoud hakeem3 years ago in Fiction
