Chaithra and her friends sneak into a haunted house at 2:00 AM, where eerie events unfold. She is teleported to a dark hallway, chased by a living scarecrow, and surrounded by bloodstained messages. Reuniting with her friends, they witness a ghost capturing Nethra and turning her into someone unrecognizable.

Under the shade of a blooming cherry blossom tree, Lila sits with Momo, a mysterious white rabbit who gifts her a bouquet of glowing wildflowers. As she takes them, the world around her awakens with magic—fireflies with crystalline wings dance, the wind hums with forgotten melodies, and memories of childhood dreams return. In this enchanting tale of wonder and nostalgia, Lila rediscovers the magic she once lost, guided by a small guardian who never forgot.

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Lumi has always been different—her eyes shimmer like rippling water, shifting shades of green and gold, and animals seem to understand her in ways no one else can. But when she rescues an unusual frog from a storm, strange visions begin to haunt her dreams. A woman with eyes like hers calls out from beneath a moonlit lake, whispering secrets of a lost lineage and a forgotten past.

As Lumi unravels the mystery of her origins, she discovers a truth more magical—and more dangerous—than she ever imagined. Hunted by shadows from a world she never knew existed, she must embrace the power within her before it's too late.

But will she be strong enough to stand against the forces that once destroyed her people?

A beautifully melancholic tale of self-discovery, ancient magic, and the bond between girl and creature, The Girl with Frog Eyeswill enchant readers who love mystery, folklore, and a touch of the extraordinary.

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As the chalk was used to write on the board, dusts fall off and taken by the wind.

Much like the fleeting time of life and encounters.

A STORY OF THREE

Heya.  Mostly making this to make improvements/gauge my current skill at writing and how I could get better for future projects.  Constructive criticism is welcomed.

"Strange that my tongue can dry with salt and I feel so free. With all the waves morphing down around, one sees no fear in their eyes. You can be so thirsty and still never want to leave......"​​​​​​​Short Story/Memoir/Journal

A story set in 1920s England, full of occult elements and cosmic horrors. John Mayers, a diver, is driven by his passion for the depths of the sea to explore a mysterious wreck. But this wreck is not just a ship, but a tomb hiding prehuman secrets and unimaginable powers. John is offered an uncanny job that plunges him into a darkness from which there is no return. This story of lost cities, forbidden rituals and frightening beings will make you feel the horror of the deep to your bones. If you dare, discover this dark tale.

Ok so ya know how you’ll be scrolling social media (Pinterest for me!) and you’ll see these writing prompts that look so interesting but don’t acctually have a story. Well then this is the place to be (this will probably be a disaster ngl) I will be taking those prompts and turning them into SHORT stories. This will definatly test my writing skills  might ask? Well to put it simply I suck at writing short stories I like writing longer things but this way you guys as the reader can 1not get bored by my extremely long stories and 2 you will also be able to help me pick the next prompt I write a story for. For the first one tho I’m going to pick it bc otherwise I will be waiting forever to write the story bc I won’t have the prompts. So here is the first prompt I chose and I really hope I don’t screw this up! 😅

I was used to seeing women walking with iron necklaces around their necks. My town, so noisy because of the sound of whipping from the slave sellers, who disciplinated the sale. And I kept blaming in my mind, the city without equality was disgusting.

In this city women are the embodiment of bad luck and black magic, slavery is considered the only way to control bad things. Women who are not subservient to men, labeled as cultists of heretics, sound sad but just as they are, so I pretend to be a man, and even raise my voice to be a little more masculine.  I don't have any status in this city because I'm a runaway slave.

I, who was staring at the peace monument, was shocked by the little girl who bumped into me. She looked fragile, with tattered clothes.

"Help me," she whispered as she held my hand, the girl looking frustrated. Then I realized that he was a slave, just like me, it was so obvious from the iron necklace he wore around his neck. And that was my first meeting with Mahardika, who is now my sister.

My adventure with my sister, starting from that moment, we had the same dream, to build equality in this city, because I wanted there to be no more slavery to women. My journey to achieve that was obviously not easy, even so, I didn't want to start freedom from violence, because as the saying goes, "Heroism is not born from the dirty way"

I started secretly setting up a school for women who had no status, I taught them to read and write, as well as how to deal with the nobles.

"Maybe we are considered weak by men, but we still have one mainstay weapon, which is intelligence, with which we can finish off their arrogance," I said firmly while teaching.

Schools that were originally built for women, now there are starting to be interested from men who support equality. Over the years I built a good name and background so that there would be no doubt. My sister and I also entered the world of politics, ran for the election of the city's leader for a period of 10 years, which was enough time to improve the city.

I still haven't uncovered my identity, because this will be my trump card, for later after I become the absolute leader, this sounds crazy, but I will try hard, so that equality is really upright on the already dirty ground.

In the election, I presented my vision mission of building this city to be better, everyone is starting to be interested, of course, it is because my program is to create a school that can be connected to various jobs. I am not explaining that in such schools not only for boys but also for girls, this is not a wicked way to use lies as a foothold to touch people's minds.

As I expected, everyone opposed me once I was elected leader of this city, because my ideology was about equality. Coupled with the revelation of my identity which turned out to be a woman.

"Equality?" The truth is, women have always been a source of bad luck, don't make this city suffer sin, just because of your ridiculous ideology, damn it!" shouted a man. Which is then supported by other parties.

"If you don't agree, then you can leave this city, as the rules are, whoever the leader is elected, then every rule is absolute," I said emphatically. This time I couldn't have lost easily, everyone who supported my idea, more than the people who opposed me.

After many rebellions, no matter how many death threats, it did not dampen my resolve, within two years I managed to eliminate the trafficking of women and the city that was originally known as the city of slavery, now known as the city of equality

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