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STORY STARTER
Write a fantasy story based around the last message you sent to a friend.
The Fantasy genre typically contains magic, supernatural or mythological elements.
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In the kingdom of Lyra, communication between friends and loved ones was carried out through enchanted scrolls. These scrolls, created by the legendary sorcerer Elowen, could transmit messages instantaneously across any distance. The scrolls glowed with a soft, ethereal light, and the ink used to write on them shimmered like the stars.
Aria, a young mage-in-training, had just returned to her humb...
Im a world where everything you say turns literal, I made the biggest mistake. Here’s what happened~
~Flashback~
*Regina has sent a reel*
I smile and pick up my phone. Seeing my best friends name on the screen of my phone was always a highlight to my day. Especially when she sent me videos. They were always funny and it always turned into a long conversation. I clicked on Instagram and watched ...
“So, hear me out Blaire,” he says to the brown-haired fae wearing a rather irritated expression, “You know how in our world we have specific names for the kind of people we are, and the creatures from Earth do, also?”
She raises her brows. It seems that’s the closest thing to a reply he’ll receive from her.
“What would you call the people from Ohio?” Ozerahn asks.
Blaire rolls her eyes. “How ...
Actual TW. Idek anymore. I feel sick.
I _prayed_.
I actually fucking _prayed_.
I sat with God, or the universe.
Anyone who would listen.
_And prayed._
Even when I was younger
Seven in a holy white dress
I would never ask for anything
in my prayers
I would just sit with God
So I sat with them today
Told them to feel what I'm feeling
Just for a second
The desire to amputate my arms
The an...
“I need help!” Amira called to Vera. She threw another dagger at the enemy. Tendrils of smoke were blowing up in the distance and there was an urgent need in the air. The world was on fire.
“I thought you were the most highly trained Keeper in the Guild.” Vera mocked her before hitting her opponent with an ax.
“Shut it and give me back up!” Amira kicked the Blood Hunter in the face. She then b...
"Helen! Guess what."
"What?"
"I'm one of the finalists!"
Her face turns white and her eyes convey loss.
"You know that's not a good thing, right?"
"But if I make it through.."
"If is the key word. Are you sure you want to go with this?"
"Yes."
"Ok. See you... when I see you."
"Wait! Helen! Where are you going?"
She walks into the fog and I know I will never find her again.
I stare down ...
A dark rot seeps through the land like mildew snaking it’s path through the cloth seams of a canvas. A lot of people think that the curse came from a neighbouring trades-kingdom, some lonesome creature prowling around a cave in the high hills or maybe a wizard with soulless voids for pupils and a temper that can break through the steel bolts of chains but those like me who look so closely they can...
Inside the bright castle
Filled with royalty
Where two girls
Laughing loud as can be
In a room
Filled with trinkets
A girl with blue hair
Brown eyes
Pointy ears
And shiny skin
And a girl with brown hair
Brown eyes
Cat ears
And a tail
They talked for hours
In T-shirt and leggings
For they didn’t like
Dresses
And crowns
And fancy parties
They where goofy together
They danced throughout the night
To ...
Through her broken chest plate, Gwin could feel the spit of mountain air. It wicked her nipples, lapped at the rapidly cooling blood running down from her wound. She shivered and covered herself with the tatters of the flag.
Margarita had died from a similar wound. Astrid lay not far away by a willow tree, her head nowhere in sight.
Gwin wasn’t alone; several other rebels darted around, collec...
The little grey-green humanoid survive the crash without much fanfare. No airbags or smoke. Just a single impact into the hardpan. It shoot it’s large head twice, ran a diagnostic and exited the ship.
Outside there was a field with a pair of small fires now eating through it. On the far side was a large ranch house, and from it came a rabble of farmhands shouting of dragons and beasts, clutching...
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