Fantasy
The Birth of Lemon
_________________________🍋________________________ Upon the loftiest hillock of an enchanted forest, flourished a tree with an aroma so divine that other flora seethed with envy, and creatures from every nook and cranny of the realm paid homage to savour its essence - it exuded the scent of summertide and yore, of ocean's caress and mirthful cheer. Though the sapling was still youthful and had not yet borne its fruit, the redolence had grown so potent that even its leaves were imbued with the fragrance. Day after day the odour intensified, wafting far and wide, compelling even those critters unaccustomed to wanderlust to embark on a sacred pilgrimage. When all had gathered atop the mound, the perfumed shrub gifted the world with its inaugural fruit. It glimmered with a golden brilliance, a hue so ethereal that naught like it had ever been beheld. In a sudden epiphany, the paradise songbird christened it... "lemon", for to him it bore resemblance with another fruit, the melon, and thus he settled on borrowing its idiom and simply unscrambling its letters to baptize the superior specimen. Enthralled by its beauty, the woodland denizens pondered the genesis of this celestial fruit and its radiant chroma. Its heady aroma evoked what they always weened yellow would smell, and upon nibbling fragments of its zest, they reckon that is the taste of yellow itself. They sought to unearth its origin, eager to replicate its creation, and luxuriate in its fragrance and colour, ere the winter came to desiccate all fruits.
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa3 years ago in Fiction
Summer Stock. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge.
In front of Calix was a small round table. Not a true kitchen table, it was the sort people kept in the corners of cabins or small, rustic homes. One for quick card games and wine cups. He wasn’t homeless. He had this abandoned barn. Not every shade of the paint matched exactly, but it was red. Close enough. Calix was bent over the diorama on the table. He liked to think of these dioramas as plays.
By Matthew Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
The Scourge
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There should never have been dragons in the Sacred Valley. Those cursed dragons swayed in the calm night wind, swooping and twirling as the sun disappeared beyond the mountains and the twin moons rose over Lurra. May Auras doom you in the afterlife! May you find no salvation there. Their quiet monastery had long been protected from the dragons and horses, swords and spears which descended upon them, destroying his tranquil home with their war.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
THE ETERNAL DANCE
Since the dawn of humanity, the sun has been a constant source of fascination and awe. It is a celestial body that has inspired myths and legends across various cultures. The sun has been worshipped as a god, a cosmic deity, and a life-giving force. Among the myriad myths surrounding this radiant orb, one stands out as a captivating tale woven with mystery and wonder—the myth of the Sun's Eternal Dance.
By Francisca olaifa 3 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Wind: A Whisper in the Reeds
Long ago, when the Earth was still a young realm full of mysteries and enchantments, the world was silent, without the melody of music. All creatures lived in harmony, but they could not express their feelings beyond spoken words.
By Stevie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Princess Adventure: Ruby Queen and the Godmothers Avenge
Princess Raelle stormed up the front of her father, King Kieron’s castle—well, actually, it was her parents castle but considering her mom, Queen Rosaline was missing, she had grown quite accustomed to calling it her father’s castle and this was nothing short of a technicality. She was angry and clutching hold of a broken piece of her crown.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
the mysterious domain of Eldoria
Quite a while in the past, in the mysterious domain of Eldoria, there existed a heavenly nursery known as Luminae, washed in brilliant light. Inside this nursery, the most grand and remarkable blossoms bloomed. Nonetheless, one bloom stood apart among them all — the Enchantabloom.
By adesina kehinde kenny3 years ago in Fiction
The Mirrorworld Chronicles
In the heart of a dense forest, hidden from the prying eyes of the modern world, an ancient portal lay dormant. Legend spoke of the Mirrorworld Chronicles—a realm opposite to our own, where reflections and reality were inverted. Only a select few believed in its existence, including Dr. Alexander Wright, an esteemed archaeologist, and his adventurous daughter, Emily.
By Ayub Saney3 years ago in Fiction
