Fiction
The Council - Part 2
The next night, I walked to my coven meeting as the full moon rises in the sky. I traveled to the center of town, where a large bonfire crackled. Many witches stand around it shuffling their feet, hands raised toward the flames to keep them warm. No one spoke. I didn’t dare glance toward Dierck or the other Resistance members from our town. Even when the Council isn’t watching, any number of witches would sometimes report on their own coven, just to gain favor with the Council. When everyone has arrived, each coven gathered in a circle. Twelve witches plus the High Sorceress, or Sorcerer in the case of Dierck’s coven, at the head.
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America Fantastica
In a world where lies take on various forms, deception, hoaxes, and scams are synonymous with malevolence, while the lies we tell ourselves often become our dreams or, more kindly, our delusions. However, the power of creative storytelling can elevate one to the status of a fabulist, and with unwavering dedication, even transcend into the realm of art – what we call fiction.
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Trying Something New. Content Warning.
I gasped, and looked at him. “Was that a Princess Bride reference?” I asked, pulling away to look at him properly. He smiled, and winked at me, I shook my head smiling. “You’re something else.” I said, chuckling lightly. “So are you.” He shot back. “Do you want your sub toasted?” He asked, and I nodded. “Yes please!” I chirped, he nodded. “Why don't you go grab a table for us? I'll order.” He said, quickly pressing his lips into my hair. I chuckled, gently pushing him.
By Raven St. Woode2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter Three
One day, when you were three months old, something happened. The palace yard was quiet, incredibly quiet but for the noise of little children playing around. Their mothers and older siblings had gone to the farm. I had not yet resumed my farm work because the baby princess was just three months old. Six other children had been born to the king. You were a chubby little beauty. You were exceptionally light skinned and ever happy. You used to scream and play with every animal kid or mother who came near her. At only three months you could sit on the mat and was trying to change her position. I was sitting a short distance away washing plates. Queen Mupah was more of sister than a mate. She had seven children and together they helped me on my farm, provided me with food, firewood, and fresh water from the stream.
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Babylon . Content Warning.
In the heart of Mesopotamia, a region known as the cradle of civilization, there lies a city with a history that stretches back to ancient antiquity. This city is Babylon, a place where I had the unique opportunity to grow up. From its earliest beginnings to its rise as a powerful empire, Babylon has been a living testament to human achievement, innovation, and the intricate interplay of history, culture, and science.
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Shambala Nagara: Unraveling the Mysteries of a Celestial Realm
Introduction Within the tapestry of Hinduism, there exist many enigmatic and mystical elements, and among them, Shambala Nagara stands as a city shrouded in mystery and fascination. The very name evokes images of an otherworldly realm, a hidden sanctuary with profound spiritual significance. This article delves into the captivating mysteries of Shambala Nagara in Hinduism, exploring its elusive origins, its potential existence, and the profound teachings and prophecies associated with it.
By Harika Vaddi2 years ago in Chapters
