Ambiguous Stories

(Updates on Thursdays and Fridays!💕🔥) This is an emotional YA epic fantasy with powerful female leads, magic, betrayal, sacred beasts, war, grief, and morally complex characters. Her fire could save Alphira... or reduce it to ashes. An orphan tween elf with powers she never knew she had - and in her hands lie the future of her homeland and the whole realm. Twelve-year-old Zurah Leteah never asked Fate to become the spark that could save or destroy the polyrealm of Alphira, but when the threat of Azamandar, the dark spirit, is made known in the land of the elves, she should have known her life was about to take a wild turn. Zurah discovers her best friend, Nallazonie Zucra, has fire powers - and is possibly the destined Princess of Fire that will emerge after centuries of the fire spirit being dormant. Therefore, she is determined to help Nallie in whatever way she can. A trip to the Griffins' Abode however, reveals Zurah is truly the one that the fire spirit resides in. With no choice but to leave her peaceful life behind, Zurah travels round Alphira to temper her physical body, survive in harsh conditions, gather allies of both magical beings and beasts, truly master The Fire - and the light and dark magic coexisting inside of her, all in the space of a year or two. To top the icing on the cake, she is continuously tested to prove she is worthy of being called the Princess of Fire. At the end of it all, would she be the saviour promised to eliminate the evil, or just be a pawn in Fate's hands? Not to forget the fact that when the evil is eliminated, the fire has served its purpose, so it must die out...

[hiatus] A BW story about finding back to each other again; When a tragic incident occurs Bright wishes for another chance to make things right. But is it possible to turn back time? Written as a Christmas/New Year's special 🎊 Rated M for semi-strong language and mature content (not explicit). Please do not copy or repost to any other sites. I do not claim ownership of any of the pictures or music used for reference. ----- Published: 01/06/2024 Status: ongoing (approx length; 10 ch)

What if stories were not fiction... but worlds? Not metaphors. Not imagination. Real places that exist alongside humanity. For as long as history remembers, humans believed stories were created. But the truth is far more dangerous. Stories are not written. They are observed. And some of them... refuse to stay inside their pages. Elias Brima is a man with too many unanswered questions and a past he cannot fully explain. When a series of impossible incidents begin to spread-events where "stories" seem to overwrite reality-he is forced into cooperation with an uninvited detective. Silas Quinn. Unpredictable. Brilliant. Infuriating. A man who seems to understand things he should not even be able to notice. Together, they are pulled into an investigation that begins with missing manuscripts... and slowly turns into something far worse. Because someone is editing reality itself. And the ones doing it call themselves: Executioners. But beneath the cases, the murders, and the shifting stories... something else is watching. An author. A man who should not exist inside the system. And a character who refuses to accept the role he was written into. ______________e In a world where stories breathe, bleed, and walk among humans... the question is no longer what is real. The question is: who is allowed to decide? The Plotter is a psychological mystery thriller exploring narrative control, reality manipulation, and the terrifying boundary between creator and creation.

A look into a diary of a bored vampire who is tired of living and is looking for something new.

(first of all i would like to thank you guys for viewing my story and i would like your encouragements bec this is my first time writing ^_^please leave a comment if u want me to continue writing this story and if u have a remark please let me know ) . ( sally Wokedup in a hospital . she can't remember any thing even her name but the only thing that she remembers is mr tom . she even does not know that her parents are dead and she doesn't know that they were killed and that someone is trying to kill her .When she knows what will Sally do and how will she discover it)

Stiles and Derek have no choice but to live together for Stiles to be protected and hidden. How will their ambiguous relationship evolve?

"They lay on a rose printed bed accented with a deep velvet; She rest in repose. Laying with her is one seldom piece of paper, filled with the red velvet from her artwork--carvings of a road map to her heart--and the words of a lover...."

A love triangle? A past lover hard to forget?

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One Off Short Stories that takes a spin into some deep allegory and metaphors that otherwise wouldn't have been said otherwise out of myself without serious thought and consideration

This is my series of short poems about...poetic...stuff.

Part III Lord Voldemort had almost won the war with Dumbledore's death when a significant truth came to light that changed everything. Dorian Riddle, who was raised to be his successor, discovered his life wasn't what he thought it was. When it was revealed to him that he was the dead child of the Potters, he ran, unwilling to participate in the aimless war any longer. But circumstances had not allowed him to leave, and now, he is back with his birth parents, who are determined to destroy the man he still calls his father. Both sides had decided what Dorian was meant to be; fates that he refused to accept. All he wanted was time and autonomy, to make sense of his own being. But destiny had already planned something worse for him, and it may cost him more than the war itself- something he cannot return from.

Jun wakes up at 2 am with no one by his side.

A short story written for a high school creative writing class

"And when memories melt...Could I go on break? Be back in my room, writin' speeches in my head [and] listenin' to...that clap, for me, in the dark?**" (Gangle 1) [Or;] "...Memories melt...I hear them. In the drainpipe, drippin' through the downspout as I lie awake, in [the] dark." (Gangle, Probably 24) [Or even!!] Genevieve "Gigi" Gangle and Matéo "Jax" Joan"e" wake up to a world worse* than digital. __________________ *The reliability of measuring the real world's severity in today's political climate is (even today) still hotly contested by many established members of the medical, musical, and scientific community. You are encouraged to do your research before presuming the mad ramblings of the molting, tripping 21st-century equivalent of a Victorian noble gracefully (see: "artfully" and "with evident purpose, of which she feels no need to spoonfeed to her audience, the unpretentious cunt.") dying of tuberculosis as (un)objectionable fact. **No, you may not.

They always said the world would end in fire. But when it began, no one heard a thing. No trumpets. No screams. Only silence, ominous, deep, and all-consuming. I was twenty-three when I learned that silence is louder than any war cry. It was the day I defied the Order for the first time. The day I realized obedience wasn't a virtue, but a chain. And I had worn it willingly for years. My name doesn't matter. Not anymore. What matters is what I became. Not a hero. Not a savior. Just someone who opened their eyes, too late, perhaps, but not too late to choose. This isn't a story of victory. It's a record of betrayal. Of choices. Of slowly losing your soul to save something greater or so I thought, back then. And if you're reading this... then the silence has finally been broken.

‏Three of the most famous painters in Saudi Arabia They aspire to fame through art galleries To qualify them to become high-profile Enabling them to achieve their various goals.. ‏The story revolves around the conflict between them and how it ends ?

Something naval, something unfocused, something dreadful. Abstract, sunken, fever. Mild Poe-esque horror in 1185 words. (Cover art AI-generated in NightCafe)