Fantasy
The Quest for the Enchanted Realm
In the heart of a mystical land, where verdant forests whispered secrets and towering mountains scraped the sky, a young adventurer named Elysia dreamed of embarking on a journey that would weave her name into the tapestry of legends. Elysia had grown up listening to her grandfather's mesmerizing tales of ancient civilizations, mythical creatures, and hidden realms beyond the mundane world. With every word he spoke, her longing to explore the uncharted territories intensified.
By Daniel Olszewski3 years ago in Fiction
Mythological memories of my father
I was talked to, so I began to talk, and I was read to, so I began to read. Infinite cycles of sleeping and waking, that eventually coalesced into day and night, months and seasons. Feeding and growing, playing with family and friendly beasts: M-O-M and D-A-D, C-A-T-S and D-O-G-S. Our home was protected by the sign of the bear, and there lived Father, Mother, and Baby bear. My first book was "Little Tiger Goes To Bed,” and Father read the story to me until I fell asleep. I had many stuffed beasts to cuddle and hold, like lions tigers, and bears. Oh, my favorite was the snow leopard, though. I celebrated the changing seasons, and played happily on the grass, or in the snow, with the great hounds who guarded our hearth. Winters were warmed by a roaring fire, with a plentiful pantry stocked for the long winter: a fortress of canned goods, bottled summer peaches, Freyja’s homemade apple pie, powdered hot chocolate, smoked-ham, and all kinds of dried foodstuffs. Long hours spent lying in a heap with the giant friendly dogs and cats on the warm rug in front of the radiant, flaming pine logs. When the storms were bad, it was sometimes quite a long time before the roads were clear again, and the wind would howl in the gables like Fenriswulf. But winter always gave way eventually to spring and summer. The woodlands, creeks, and fields became my vast kindergarten under the watchful eyes of EarthMother and Skygods. The Kami-- the spiritual forces dwelling in great trees, and stones, and mountains-- sent their vibes out across the meadow-plains and river valleys. I knew that giants and dragons lay buried under the mountains, but they had gone to sleep long ago.
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Fusion: when two souls meet
A woman touches her black velvet dress while drinking, sipping something-ruby-lovely from a chilling glass. A man touches her through her velvet dress, thinking of the warm, lovely feeling if their bodies pressed together. Both are dressed to impress, impressed into a crowd of mostly well-dressed, and they are intent on impressing (with hopes of further, more familiarly pressing) each other. First she, then he, sees the next couple coming in. Now they both are intent on looking unimpressed while looking directly at them. She looks way too young, the man is thinking. He looks way too old for her, the woman is thinking. Neither continues staring very long, because staring is admitting to pretending to care that one is looking. Conversation carries on, attended by swarms of circulating trays of fruit-flavorings in glasses swirling with fermented sugar. A tray, born by a body wearing a worker's dress and expression, passes, tilting -almost spilling- in the process of offering its nectar to new arrivals. Lightening its load by having two glasses removed, it fades back into the throng brimming with ounces of purpose.
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Lily the adorable cat
The Adorable Lily In a curious house on the edges of an enchanting town, carried on with a feline named Lily. With fur as delicate as a cloud and eyes that shined like valuable jewels, Lily was a genuine exemplification of charm. Her sweet nature and delicate disposition made her a dearest individual from the local area.
By ALICE WAMBETI3 years ago in Fiction
Moonsong Forest
When you hear of an enchanted forest, what comes to mind? Sparkled shimmers on a forest floor? Lights of fairies and streams of magic? Well, have you heard of the Moonsong Forest? Probably not, but this is the best introduction process for you, as the reader, to experience the unfortunate vision of this forest by the details alone; as it never shows to the same person twice in a lifetime, or so the legend says. This forest has a singular witch for its current ally, nameless and timeless. No one has seen her face, but they would see her by glimpses alone. Her scent is of cedar and lavender, her hair silver and glittering like stars. Her attire was what resembles the galaxy, patterns of gaseous swirls of a multitude of colors, patterns, and lengths to each individual person. The forest is alive and well with magic elongating its lifespan.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers
In the depths of a place where shadows dance with whispers, a solitary figure moves with purpose through the corridors of the Library. A realm of knowledge and secrets, where every page holds a story, and every shelf cradles a universe waiting to be explored.
By Ahsan Bashir3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Enchanted Grove
Part 1: The Mysterious Invitation In the heart of a dense forest stood the Enchanted Grove, a place where magic whispered through the leaves and secrets lingered among the shadows. Young Amelia had heard stories about the grove from her grandmother, tales of ancient spells and hidden wonders. One morning, as she strolled near the forest's edge, a glimmer caught her eye – a shimmering silver envelope hanging from a tree branch. With trembling hands, she opened it to find a delicate letter inviting her to a moonlit gathering in the heart of the Enchanted Grove.
By Nyaaba Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
King Elizabeth the tenth
I met Steve from a bookshop, we were both browsing - looking for our next read. “Oh no, not that one” we kept on saying to each other when he or I touch a book that he or I already read, and it was not good. That is how we met. He introduced himself, so did I. He caught my attention as we had similar taste in books.
By Luxolo Poswa3 years ago in Fiction
