Fantasy
Crying In The Warehouse
Hana had always been a practical person. She prided herself on her ability to stay calm in stressful situations, to think rationally when others panicked. But as she stood alone in the dimly lit warehouse, surrounded by towering shelves stacked high with boxes, her composure wavered. Something was terribly wrong.
By Ryan Hidayat3 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella and the Dark Phase
Cinderella, the beloved fairy tale, has captivated audiences for years. For decades, its captivating theme of transformation and true love has been a mainstay of children's literature and film entertainment. But, beneath the gloss and glamour of glass shoes and fairy godmothers, Cinderella has a darker side that often goes unseen. In this essay, we will look into the dark phases that Cinderella goes through on her way to a happily ever after, as well as the hidden elements of the popular story.
By Tejal singh3 years ago in Fiction
The Time-Traveler's Quest for Justice
Kina had always been a curious child. Growing up in a small, quiet town, she often found herself daydreaming about far-off places and fantastical adventures. But when she stumbled upon her father's old journal in the dusty attic one fateful summer day, her life took a chilling turn.
By Ryan Hidayat3 years ago in Fiction
Through Unseen Eyes
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a woman named Eliza. She was known throughout the village for her ethereal beauty, her grace, and her vibrant spirit. However, Eliza had a secret that no one knew but her. She was blind. Eliza had lost her sight as a young child due to a mysterious illness. Her family, afraid of the stigma associated with blindness, had kept her hidden away from the world. But as she grew older, Eliza yearned to experience life beyond the confines of her home. And so, one fateful day, she decided to venture into the village, guided only by the whispers of the wind and the warmth of the sun. As she navigated the cobblestone streets with a graceful determination, she bumped into a stranger. His name was Daniel, a talented musician known for his soulful melodies that touched the hearts of everyone who heard them. At first, their encounter was awkward, but it soon blossomed into a unique connection. Daniel was drawn to Eliza's enchanting presence and her ability to perceive the world in ways he could never imagine. He began visiting her, playing his hauntingly beautiful tunes on a battered old guitar, filling her world with melodies that danced in her imagination like vivid colors. Their friendship deepened into a love that transcended the physical world. Eliza, with her keen sense of touch and acute hearing, could "see" the world in ways that Daniel couldn't. She described the beauty of nature, the vibrancy of the changing seasons, and the emotions of people around them. In return, Daniel painted her a world with words, crafting stories of enchantment and wonder. But their love faced a challenge. The villagers were baffled by their bond. They couldn't understand how a blind woman and a musician could share such an intense connection. Gossip and rumors spread like wildfire, and soon, Eliza and Daniel found themselves isolated, misunderstood, and torn apart. In the depths of their despair, they hatched a plan. Eliza, using her uncanny ability to hear the subtlest of sounds, would play the guitar alongside Daniel, her fingers finding the notes by touch alone. They would perform together at the village's annual festival, hoping to convey the depth of their love through their music. The day of the festival arrived, and a hushed excitement rippled through the crowd. As Eliza and Daniel took the stage, the world held its breath. With each note, they wove a tapestry of emotions that spoke of love, longing, and the beauty of their unique connection. The crowd was spellbound, tears glistening in their eyes as they finally understood the depths of their love. Their performance ended with thunderous applause, and the villagers' perception of love changed forever. Eliza and Daniel's love story became a legend, a testament to the power of love that transcended the physical world. In the end, Eliza and Daniel taught their village that love is not bound by appearances but by the depth of connection and understanding between two souls. They continued to share their music, their stories, and their love, proving that in the darkness of blindness, they had found a light that shone brighter than any eyes could see.
By Brian Njogu3 years ago in Fiction
Castle High
In the harshness of the cold abyss I saw above me a house that was what I had dreamt of in my youth. It was taller than a mountain, but smaller than an average village dwelling from those more somber years of ages past, strong as a mighty oxen named Babe, and as light as a feather. You could pack it in a bag and tote it alongside you anywhere you had traveled to and never had to worry about leaving home behind for it followed you everywhere as it does to me now.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Call me Wind
It was then the at the last moments of my life that I have lived so long avoiding where I finally took a look around and seen what it was that I was once beholding. I took a long look around that was all around me, above, below, wipe out into the fields that the people were there planting and sowing, I watched the fires burn brightly in the night and seen all the stars in the sky erupt with all the light and shine. I sat there and watched the rise and fall of all the ones who came before and after, I watched the cities burn and turn to ashes, I watched the sky fall and grow back, seen the mountains give way and crack, fall to nothingness, and rise up once again tall and mightier than before, I seen the great halls of the days of yore where all those would meet, gather to and flock thereafter no more. I had seen the sights of those whom dwell in the hills and upon the valleys, I seen the old men cry out in anger and sob in their misery. I watched for eons with no thought or care to even set foot on their ground. I have been there above you and below you and all around. My name gives me purpose and cause and scene, I am called the Wind, my friend, welcome, what brings you to me?
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Moonshadow's Defender: Eldric's Tale
The forest was cloaked in darkness, a place where the shadows themselves seemed to conspire against the faintest glimmer of light. Eldric stood alone amidst the eerie silence, haunted by the distant hoot of an owl. The night whispered of perilous solitude, for his companions, brave souls who had ventured with him into this haunted wood, were now lost to him. They had chased the malevolent creatures that plagued their kingdom, and one by one, they had fallen, their agonized cries eternally etched in his memory. Their torches extinguished, their voices silenced by unseen horrors.
By Jacek Gwozdecki3 years ago in Fiction
