Multi-stories Stories

A feeling that most people feel at some point in their lives. Contains short stories about regret in life.

Deep in the forest hidden from large cities view, in under shadow of Hollywood is a different place that is completely forgotten from the history of California completely. Back in 1957 when Hollywood was just a small town in the vast wide range of the western coast, there was a wild trove of hills, cliffs and forests. Deep within these so called forest was a large stone arch. This arch had holes within the actual stone so the arch whistled. So therefore the arch was named by the native people as The Dancing Wind Arch. I woke up to the loud rushing and whistling of the Wind arch. My platinum blond hair blocked my view. Winter was setting in causing my eyes to change to a very icy blue. My skin was extremely pale from the season too. You see, I'm half fey or faerie, a race of cleverness slender humanely sharp-witted people. The race of which I am related to are the people that created the doorway between Hollywood's woody vineyards and that of a Mythical world called Witcher.