Ambiance Stories

Death, eldest of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, is the most feared as well. He has journeyed to many places, some in which have given him a glimpse of the world around him, the beauty, and the solace. It had given him many a time to just talk, and show a side that he has never shown anyone before.

I became a wizard of the Illusion Magic School and decided to create a virtual reality with illusion magic to play a tabletop role-playing game (TRPG). It was great to create a virtual reality, but I was in trouble because there were no suitable players. During that time, I received an offer to be the professor from the Royal Academy. The offer was to use illusion magic to fill the students' lack of practical experience safely. And so, I became a professor at the academy. "Send me back, send me back to that world right now-!" "Outer god, someday an outer god will be our doom, we'll all die!!" "I am not the bastard of the Redburn Ducal Family. I am the foremost disciple of the Great Namgung Clan, Namgung Qinghui!" But it seems there is a bit of a misunderstanding. This isn't a spell for dimensional travel, kids. It's fiction... Notes: Credits to the original author I'm just translating this great novel for reading purposes.

In the frozen expanses of Lapland, the mysterious White Factory and its enchanting Winter Dreams Park draw visitors from around the world with magical sweets and dazzling attractions. But behind the sparkling lights and joyful melodies lies a secret. When a young journalist arrives to uncover the truth, she finds herself entangled in a chilling mystery that blurs the line between wonder and darkness.

A cosmic horror tale inspired by Lovecraft.

released Aug 14/2020

As promised, there go my little stories in english because I think it's a good exercise to get a better hold of the english-writing (･ᴗ･) Plus I'm having fun doing so, so yaaay ! Sorry but as the title says, it's probably only ever gonna be very short stories (a chapter-long), so don't really expect a follow-up, even if it ends up awkwardly : that's just where I'll have stopped because I needed sleep, or saw an opportunity to end there (yes, I get carried by the flood of my imagination -- no bragging meant, you know how it is when creativity gets you :-). So yeah, enjoy !~ PS : I'll try to draw a lil' something for each story, to have EVEN MORE FUN ~(☆Д☆)~

[This is a contest entry for Paranormal Challange 6- Haunting Ambience] Inspired by the song 'Haunted' by Evanescence in E-Minor, paced at 156BPM, this flash fiction is about 100 words long -- long enough for awakening, panic, desperation and reconciliation.

This is a piece of living in metropolitan city with focus in fiction of the 2nd Millennium in Years in Year 1940 to 2100 Year.

Alternative 가짜 후궁인데 폭군에게 붙잡혔다 Author(s) 한소베 ** ** A Princess, who became a fake concubine in place of her sister. She thought it would put an end to her miserable life. When she was threatened by her father to kill the Emperor, she learned about the Emperor's secret curse. How could the situation turn out in her favor?

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"On dit que les constellations ne sont que des étoiles trop éloignées pour vraiment se toucher. Pourtant, certaines continuent de se chercher malgré les années." Gastwoad, Etats-Unis Après plusieurs années passées en France, Autumn rentre enfin dans sa ville natale sans réellement savoir ce qu'elle attend de ce retour. Tout semble plus petit qu'avant. Plus silencieux aussi. Son ancien groupe d'amis n'est plus aussi uni, les liens se sont effacés avec le temps, et certaines absences paraissent encore suspendues dans l'air. Puis il revient. Milo est devenu une star de la musique depuis son départ brutal pour Washington six ans plus tôt. Tout le monde semble retrouver sa place autour de lui. Sauf Autumn. Parce que Milo évite son regard. Parce que certains silences sont plus lourds que des disputes. Parce qu'il existe des histoires qu'on laisse inachevées simplement pour survivre à leur absence. Un retour. Une ville remplie de souvenirs. Des amitiés qui vacillent. Et des étoiles qui refusent de cesser de briller les unes pour les autres. Que reste-t-il des personnes qu'on a aimées quand le temps les a transformées ?

I'm trying to make a serious story for once, but it most likely won't work- Just sit back and enjoy the ride! :) Also comment if you'd like to!

A horror fantasy tale, telling of a divine struggle that descends into utter madness.

Do you ever have those nights where the mood lighting is perfect, the music gets you in the feels, and you just let your mind wander? I tend to around midnight, or in the very early hours of the morning. Each chapter in the story was written during a night I let my mind wander off to whatever topics it wanted. However, in letting my mind do that, I transform not only my thoughts, but my surroundings into a story format and scene so it's easier for the reader to understand what I see, think, and hear. Every part of this "book" is my thoughts so I assume not everyone will agree with me since it's constructed around my opinions. Though I don't say that to turn you off from reading, I just wanted to say that I don't mean to offend anyone. Please keep the community peaceful and respectful. This is simply my mind's journeys at midnight that offer me peace at mind the next day and help keep me grounded to Earth. A step back from everyday life, into reality, to see things for what they truly are. A personal reflection during the notorious witching hour. *irregular updates* Comments are always open for discussions.

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