Fuchsia Stories

Fuchsia is struggling to come to terms with the legacy of her family,as hunters.Her life has become a fairy tale! And she desperately needs her friends, now but where are they? One is nursing his heart after a breakup and the other is working on anger management issues. So much for best friends forever....

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A dive into the past of Alternia's future ruler, Rospem Iezrun.

A young girl starts a new life at collage only to be befriended by demons and to fall for the heir to hell.

Imagine being given the gift of sight; the ability to peer into the world beyond, where the souls of the dead walk. Lingering in the very place you live, roaming amongst the streets of your hometown...Shades of a time long past and only you can see them. Such is the life of Anima, a young woman belonging to a race known as the Seers. She is literally one of a kind, being the last of the ones who can speak with the deceased. Though her kind was eliminated one by one and forced her to hiding, she continues to use her gift. Not only can she see the souls of the dearly departed, but she can view their complete memories; visions of the past. With journal in hand, she records all that she encounters, hoping the past will aid her in her present struggles. Follow Anima as she witnesses the memories of a free-spirited wolf demon, a tempermental demon king, a noble knight, a gentle young girl, an unfortunate author, a murderous thief, and more. ---- Collection of stories for a Crayola Colors 100 Themes challenge. Each chapter corrosponds with a theme on the list.

Sapho smiled, hitting the silk ball with her terrible aim and talons. The ball reflected back towards Mantis, clearing the top of his head. Sapho gave an innocent smile. Mantis was her brother. Even though he was black and amber, and she was white and Blurple. Blurple. Sapho giggled a little bit, and made some kind of somersault attempt to wack the ball the other way. Not to mention he already had all four of his wings and she... well she didn't have them yet. A sparkling red dragon came outside, and while the ball flew in the air, just nearing her, she caught it. Sapho gasped in amazement. "MOM! How do you do that!?!? ARE YOU MAGICAL!?!?" The mother giggled. "I have my ways. Now, come inside. Both of you." Sapho began walking in when she was a mysterious black and sand colored figure standing next to Mantis. Her brother looked up at the stranger and smiled. The strangers tail lifted, and stabbed her brother. His emerald green eyes rolled back in his head, the white tinted a sickening green. All four of his wings began to flutter quickly, but his feet remained planted firmly on the grassy floor. His scales Amber tone was actually closer to that than an almost ripe banana but shifted to the color of mold. Sapho was too shocked to move, but tears streamed down her face. This Dragon was a few moons older than her and yet he would do something as shallow as this? No other Dragons were around. The place was quiet except for his wings silent buzzing. Her mother called for her. When she came outside, she found one of her children possessed, and the other, crumbled on the ground weeping. She curled up next to the puddle of emotion and staring at her child, began to weep as well.

In the realm of fashion, some trends have a timeless allure that never seems to fade away. Among these iconic pieces are aviator sunglasses. Originally designed for pilots in the early 20th century, aviators have transcended their utilitarian origins to become a symbol of style and sophistication. As we dive into the current season's trends, it's evident that aviator sunglasses are once again taking center stage, with fresh designs and vibrant colors revitalizing this classic accessory.

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A soul had passed. Nothing too special there, people die all the time, every minute. However that's where the normalcy ended. They were reborn as a minor forgettable Pokémon character. And they thrived. Of course they would, a familiar passion defined the Pokémon she chose, a knowledge of future events kept her safe along with one of the only good dads in the series. One who as a poison type specialist was all to happy to direct such a passion.

15 year old Giselle has gotten fed up with the changes around her. Her father died, her mother is sick with severe cancer, her teachers are adding more and more to her ate each week, she has 10 other siblings living with her, and her boyfriend keeps presurring her into having sex with her but somehow she manages to keep a beautiful smile on her face there's only one way to find out how she plays this put on off.

Writing each day. This is a story (or might be a collection of them in the long run) that I will add too each day, but that does not mean wattpad will be updated daily.