Fantasy
The santa claus is coming to you
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring, not even a clown. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there. Little Timmy was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of sugarplums danced in his head.
By Salman siddique3 years ago in Fiction
Are you sending Santa or Satan a Christmas letter?
"Satan, you have extra mail today" Said this grumpy creature with an attitude while sliding the mail on Satans desk. "Yes, indeed I do. Isn't it Christmas time around now?" Satan growled annoyed. "These kids need to learn how to spell Santa correctly." Satan said rolling his eyes while sitting in his throne made of fire. Though, you may think Satan hates Christmas time, he actaully has his own way of celebrating. He even tends to decorate a bit of his office and the torture chambers. Though, he does hate having to read so much mail especially around this time since many kinds tend to misspell "Santa" for "Satan"
By Alexsandra Castrillon3 years ago in Fiction
UNSOLVED MYSTERIES
Mysteries have long captivated human curiosity, leaving us intrigued and sometimes perplexed. Here we explore the mysterious domains of the top 10 mysteries that have baffled scholars, investigators, and members of the public for decades, if not centuries.
By Ali Raza (Story Bard)3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing on the Edge of Reality: Analyzing the Parallels Between Black Swan and Perfect Blue
In the realm of psychological thrillers, Darren Aronofsky's "Black Swan" and Satoshi Kon's "Perfect Blue" stand as cinematic siblings, exploring the intricate dance between reality and hallucination. While originating from different cultural backgrounds – "Black Swan" hails from Hollywood, and "Perfect Blue" from Japan – the two films share striking thematic similarities, delving into the psychological descent of their protagonists, the blurring of reality, and the transformative power of obsession.
By Adrian Wordsmith3 years ago in Fiction
Cheetah People
As told to Mother Combs in one of her many adventures: In the arid mountain ranges of the Sahara desert live a people no one has ever seen. The Maunetjer, when they venture out into the outer world to trade, wear garments similar to burkas, both male and female, and only remove them once they are in the safety of their homes. No outsider is allowed inside their homes. There have been mysterious disappearances of people rumored to be looking for them. Several gung-ho explorers, eager to make a mark for themselves, thought they could be the ones to come back with pictures of the Maunetjer. Never to be seen again.It is rumored at the market that when they purchase the many chickens, goats, and cows, they wear gloves when exchanging money. Not one person has even seen so much as a hand or foot of a Maunetjer. They purchase thousands of chickens, goats, and cows a year. No one knows what they do with them either, for they never sell any animals, hides, milk, cheese, or anything back at the market.The Maunetjer does not wear jewelry. They wear no adornments on their costumes, nor rings on their fingers, bracelets, or anything. The only gold the Maunetjer handles is money.The gods of the Maunetjer must be fierce and unforgiving because of the totems and statues they have carved of the gods. All the statues are of some humanoid cheetah-like creature with a burning look of hunger on its sleek face. These gods are depicted in all sorts of poses.This writer's firm opinion is that it would be unwise to visit the Maunetjer without their expressed invitation. To visit them without their consent could result in the death of any or all sent. Suppose you want to find out more information on a Maunetjer. In that case, it is my professional opinion that you shoot one in the marketplace and haul the corpse to your laboratory to study. To do otherwise would be a foolish mistake. May Allah keep and protect you from the hell that will surely follow you, no matter what you decide.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Wild Weedan
Along the outer edges of the Kingdom of Montebleu, in the thickest forest, live the Weedan. The Weedans are shy little critters who typically hide from intruders in their domain. They live in trees that they specially shape into cagelike structures of such intricate design. Weedans usually eat blackberries, mulberries, plums, and walnuts in the wild.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
GUARDIANS VI
As the twelve guardians gathered in their secret facility, they faced a monumental challenge: to harness the full potential of the meteor's elements and unite their powers. Dr. An had identified the need for a comprehensive training regimen, a fusion of cutting-edge technology and ancient techniques that would allow them to control their new armors effectively.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
