Allegory Stories

In a quiet park, a narrator who hears what others overlook discovers two sister flowers growing side by side-one pale from a lifetime of reaching out, the other vibrant and unreachable. As the narrator listens to the story written into their stems and leaves, the piece unfolds into a haunting allegory about attention, connection, and the cost of loving someone who is too busy to listen. This story is for anyone who has ever tried to make themselves smaller, softer, or different in the hope of being heard-and wondered, later, what all that reaching was for.

Amidst a shifting dreamscape reality, the Moone Weaver is driven to perpetuate and resolve a single dream...but she is caught in a restrictive, parasitically symbiotic relationship with the Watcher, a Vampyric Dark Lord who repeatedly wakes her before she can consummate her Dream....

They all knew someone would be chosen. But when the name was proclaimed in the Great Hall, a low ripple of emotion moved through the Storytellers and Sages - shock, relief, and a deep sadness settling over them all. The Slayers stood at attention, silent and unmoving, but every one of them felt the weight of what had just been spoken. **"Barnabas..."** They leaned toward one another, their voices barely above breath. **"Then again... who else but Barnabas? He is the best. If any can survive the Unknown, it will be him."** Barnabas was more than a Slayer - he was *their* Slayer. Tracking beasts was child's play to him. His sword stroke was death every time. He trained harder, fought fiercer, rose earlier, and returned from quests others would have died attempting. He had been injured many times, but he always recovered and came back with a vengeance. Since the death of his wife, he took every battle personally. He never backed down. He never failed. And long before all of that, the villagers whispered of the night he was found as a Toddle - the storm, the crash, the shattered cottage, the immense tree that crushed everything except the crying child nestled safely among its leaves. The hand of the Creator had been on him that night, and many believed it stayed on him as he grew. His adopted father, Daniel, always said Barnabas was called for a special purpose. But destiny is never simple. A wound nearly killed him. The healers warned him: **If you quest again, you will die.** The choice was his - and he chose life, laying down his sword to become a Storyteller. He believed the calling on his life had ended. He was wrong. When the Creator summons him a second time, Barnabas must walk a quest he cannot survive - with a wound that could betray him at any moment, and a destiny that has followed him since the night he was pulled from the leaves. A tale of calling, sacrifice, and the courage to rise when destiny knocks twice.

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession.

His heart is completed through three lifetimes. He was once a Camel, carrying weight that wasn't his. Then a Lion, powerful yet painfully imperfect. And finally... a Child, learning the courage to soften again. Each life left its own scars- buried anger, unexpected betrayals, quiet forgiveness, and fragile hope. But every path led him toward a single lesson: "We heal when a heart meets another heart." Now, as a dentist in the human world, he meets fear-stricken patients, broken smiles, trembling hands, and eyes that hide stories deeper than pain. And for the first time, he understands what his three lives were teaching him: Compassion is a form of power. Kindness is a kind of wisdom. And healing... is a shared act. This novel reads like a fairy tale in warmth, a poem in clarity, and a philosophy in depth. Once you begin, you'll feel it- this isn't just a story. It's a quiet act of healing.

The story follows a young girl named Grace who's lived as a noble in a grand castle for as long as she can remember. Her and the rest of the nobles are blessed with unique magical abilities which they use to serve their Lord, a mysterious and powerful being who watches over them from the tallest tower of the palace. Grace's caretaker and mentor, Liam, is a very devout follower of the Lord, and raised Grace under the very principles he was raised in, but when his student decides to become friends with two worldly townspeople, tensions begin to form between them. After devastating events and revelations, Grace is forced to leave her home and mentor in search of truth and purpose, but what she'll find might be far from what she's expecting...

The Dreamer awakes, the shadow goes by; the tale I have told you, that tale is a lie... Portals to magical worlds, corvids that speak the meaning of life, and more await one who sits and listens to this sharing of tales between two anachronistic raconteurs, one of whom may or may not be Geoffrey Chaucer. Reader, remember this: the tales are pure fictions. Fantasies. Except when they are not.

3 guys, one castle! They are all gay Thank you guys for #36 Allegory!!! (I don't know how, but thanks man!)

A young boy discovers a shocking secret when he's stung by a bee.

A girl dreams of a lost chicken who returns home in this allegorical short story.

|3X FEATURED · SHORTYS 2025 SHORTLIST · AULD LANG SYNE HONORABLE MENTION · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| #SupportPacificIslanderVoices Erin, a conflicted Elemental Spirit, embarks on a life-changing journey across the ocean as the first hurricane of the 2025 Atlantic Hurricane Season. *** Erin hasn't been an Elemental Spirit for long, but she has watched the Earth change right before her, becoming more unrecognizable each day because of humans. As her first journey across the Atlantic Ocean approaches, she has one goal and one goal only: to eliminate the humans. Take them out one by one, starting with the Caribbean. As Erin moves her thunderstorms away from Cape Verde and begins organizing into a massive hurricane, she starts seeing the world from different perspectives: between ships, islands, animals, and even the Hurricane Hunters investigating her. When she nears peak intensity in the Caribbean, Erin faces the toughest question of all: "Is this right, or am I just another monster?" That's something the young hurricane must figure out on her own. *** *A short story inspired by Henry Loomis's quote in Jurassic World Rebirth: "When the Earth gets tired of us, believe me, it will shake us off like a summer cold."* *FYI: This is a story, not a science lesson, so don't expect everything to be completely accurate.* *Moral: There is just as much good in the world as there is evil.* *Word Count: 5,000 exactly (500 words per chapter).*

Some rocks carry worlds. Some worlds carry us. In a quiet cabin, a granite holds everything, and a friendship learns what it means to break and be seen.

An assortment of my stories that have accumulated over the years. #1 in kittylove (at one point)

The Piper's Lament Echoes off cave walls, He sits alone, old and worn, Watching the seasons drift by In wait for his next storm. --- The word prompts for 'Versification2023' all in one book Runner up for the Word Prompt for day 21: Overwhelmed. Poem titled: The Magician and The Fool.

Nobody understands, nobody wants to hear. Some people listen but it's hard to get the point across properly when all the thoughts going on at the same time are hard to differentiate and form into a single thought process to say out loud. Most will say there's nothing wrong because everything seems fine, words are forming in full sentences, demeanor seems normal, and feeling so sad is normal sometimes. If there were a way to explore a sick mind that looks normal from the outside, would it be worth the effort to try to understand? If there were some way to see through the eyes of someone with psychological struggles that are hard to explain and virtually invisible, wouldn't it be easier to interact with and help those people? Sick like us is the first piece of a collection of allegories that are meant to bridge the communication gap between a less common perspective and a world that can't comprehend such an inconspicuous illness.

Dulce Candella needs a change. All it takes is a failed road trip and a small town not marked on any map to turn their mundane life around. It's the perfect mishap for someone seeking a fresh start. Everything seems fairly normal until Dulce finds a job at the local daycare. New love, new friends, and a new home. What could go wrong?

Join me for a journey through the apocalyptic world of COVID-19.

Alicia gets exiled for calling out Johnson for setting up an anarchy. After an angel helps her escape, he orders her to return to the kingdom to warn them of God just judgement on the city if they kept misbehaving. Alicia meets a bunch of people to help her on her journey.

A collection of essays I published on Facebook ***To those who understand, no explanations are needed. To those who don't, none will do.