Folktale cerita

They say a basket woven in haste will never stay full - but she believed her hands were steady enough to prove them wrong. When a young Sylren weaver sets out to create something lasting, she weaves deeper than she intends: threads of pride, longing, and the faint shimmer of crystal meant to strengthen her work. Yet each morning, no matter what she placed inside, the basket stood empty again. At first she blamed the vines. Then the village. Then the stories told by older hands about crafts that remember their makers. But as the season waned and her failures grew heavier, she began to suspect the basket was only holding what her heart could carry - and no more. In a land where twilight hums through every root and crystal thread, The Basket That Wouldn't Empty tells a story of work and worth, of learning when to hold tight and when to let go. A quiet Sylren folktale about pride, renewal, and the things that can only be filled once we learn to empty ourselves first.

They never meet, Ophelia and Clementine, yet the water remembers them both.

A boy survives an attack by a strange wolf. For years, the wound seems harmless... until his body begins to change. As the curse awakens inside him, he sets out on a desperate search for a cure before the beast fully takes over.

No one knows why children are vanishing in Whitworth, or why they disappear near Healey Dell. Does Fairies Chapel hold more than just beauty? Are the tales of fairies, wishes, and ancient music true? As a haunting melody lures them in, will anyone return? Or are they lost forever? Inspired by the Lancashire folklore of Healey Dell, eerie, enchanted spaces, and the Pied Piper of Hamelin.

A heart-warming collection of three gentle tales where small encounters, simple objects, and unexpected kindness turn ordinary moments into something quietly magical.

Yolanda was a special gift for jasmine what jasmine didn't know is that Yolanda the yellow bird could talk but only to her will jasmine ever tell anyone that her bird can talk to her or is she gonna keep it a secret from everybody?

A celestial war ends in victory-until the truth reveals that the greatest betrayal was not by the enemy, but by the star sworn to protect them all. _____________________________________________________________________ Copyright © 2020 Alejandra Escobar. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

The Stray Society have been living in the abandoned house next to The Coulee for years, making it their home and fiercely protecting it and each other. One day, an evil presence enters the home, threatening their very existence. Will The Stray Society be able to save their beloved home, or will everything they've come to know and love be destroyed, along with them?

A story about quiet strength, hidden purpose and blooming in your own time

We all know the story of Anansi. The spider who spins mischief into the world with fervent humor and unmatched cunning. But, very few have heard the tales of Anansi's girls - women descended from the spider's mischievous encounter with mortals. The daughters of the spider spin powerful webs, weaving the very fabric of reality, making and unmaking the world according to the whims of Spider.

❝ nobody believed the rose flower. the red lotus was never open to anyone. ❞ a science fiction adaptation of the korean folktale 'janghwa hongryeon jeon'. inspired by the episode 'dark harvest'. entry for #fanficfrightday 一 theme: horror one-shot (c) seokjynerso.

I am Chiedza. I don't remember my real Amai. All I know is that one day, a long long time ago, when I was just but a little girl, there had been sad and mournful singing at our house. I vaguely remember people coming to pat my back or hug me to their bosoms, whispering, "It'll be alright." I remember, vaguely too, their whispers, "He is a man. How will he take care of a young girl on his own?" I also remember standing by the mound of soil that had hugged and hidden my real Amai, my hand in Baba's, and Baba crying. But as for my real Amai, I remember nothing. Not her scent. Not her laughter. Not her voice. Nothing. Almost as if she never existed.

A reddit story written by u/potato_on_puberty about a very interesting take on the Pied Piper, a famous story based in Hamelin, Germany. I hope you enjoy!

Prologue In the remote wilderness of Northern Ontario, Rembrandt Wyatt and his five friends-Kaitlyn, Aaron, Sophie, Ravi, and Lina-embarked on a life-changing gap year adventure, drawn together by their desire to escape the mundane and explore the unknown. The group arrived at a secluded cabin near Red Lake, eager to immerse themselves in the beauty and mystery of the land, where ancient legends of the Wendigo whispered through the wind. As they settled in and shared stories around the campfire, excitement mingled with an undercurrent of unease; the forest, vast and foreboding, seemed to watch them with knowing eyes, hinting that the tales of old were not just fiction but a prelude to the chilling experiences that awaited them. Little did they know, their adventure would soon blur the lines between reality and myth, plunging them into a fight for survival against an insatiable darkness.

It truly is a "tale as old as time". Here are the origins and the history of "Beauty and the Beast", as told by Flora/DJMutt.

this is not my story, it belongs to the great book "The Crane Wife", by the amazing writer Patrick Ness. this story explains the life of one of the main characters, called Kumiko (aka the crane wife), told by herself in 32 parts. even though there are 32 chapters, they're all very short, so you can read it all at once. i would really recommend the book, it really is amazing. also, the book and this story are based on a Japanese folktale, also called the Crane Wife. hope you like it ;)