Nightcircus Stories

Elise Warren has always been fascinated by things that frighten other people. The abandoned lots behind her apartment. Dead-end roads swallowed by fog. Old carnival posters peeling from brick walls downtown. Ever since her mother disappeared three years earlier, Elise has lived inside a constant ache-one that her distant father refuses to acknowledge and her quiet town has long since forgotten. So when she sees a crimson-and-gold flyer pinned beneath her windshield wiper one rainy October night, she feels something she hasn't felt in years: Called. *THE NOCTURNE CIRCUS* *One Night Only.* No address. No ticket booth. Only a black ink illustration of a grinning clown with hollow eyes and the words: *Come find what was lost.* Desperate to escape her life for just one evening, Elise follows the flyer's directions deep into the woods beyond town. There, hidden between twisted trees and thick silver fog, stands a circus that shouldn't exist. The tents breathe as if alive. The carousel horses blink when no one is looking. And none of the performers seem entirely human. At first, the Nocturne Circus feels magical-an impossible world of glowing mirrors, fortune tellers who know her secrets, and acrobats floating through the air like puppets without strings. But Elise quickly realizes the circus is less a performance and more a labyrinth. Time bends strangely inside the grounds. Guests vanish between tents. Laughter echoes from places where no mouths move. Worst of all, the Ringmaster seems to know her. Elegant, smiling, and terrifyingly calm, he tells Elise the circus appears only for people desperate enough to step inside-and it never lets them leave unchanged. Each tent forces her deeper into a surreal nightmare stitched together from her memories, fears, and grief. A ballroom where dancers wear porcelain masks shaped like her mother's face. A maze of mirrors showing versions of Elise who made different choices. A tea party attended by silent children with stitche

The rebuilding of the Night Circus.

My friend was traveling, and asked me to tell her a story over the phone,he was traveling, and this was what I told her: . . . . . Yes, I am aware there is a book out there titled "Night Circus".... I read it. This isn't the same. It's based off it, and the begining may be similar (especially the tent), but it's a short story I told my friend that is essentially not even close to the same.

He faces me, limbs trembling. His face is pale, eyes wild. I can't do this. I can't fight my best friend. 'No', I think, but why is it so difficult to say it out loud? The crowd is growing restless by the minute, screaming for us to fight. But I can't do that. "Sunny," I say, my voice drowned by the noise. "We have to do it. It's now or never!" Sunny's expression changes to that of determination. An illusion is already beginning to form. As I watch, his lips shape the words he can't say aloud. Run. ***** The Arena of Insanity. A place where those with special powers go, those who are considered to be out of their minds. But these "insane" people are put down through bloody battles they must wage to survive the days. Crimson and Sunny are two such inmates in the Arena. However, the fateful day arrives that one must kill the other. Is it possible for one to escape the Arena? Find out in AOI. [Cover made by the amazing @wandereality]

In the streets of Europe 93 C.E. There live a slave named Paìge, who dreamt a to be love and feel loved by her slave best friend Poppin.Who happened to be deeply in love with Princess Chaurlět.

'I was classed as an outcast....a freak in fact. No one liked me, my parents told me there was only one place I belonged. The Twilight Circus. Thats where all the freaks belonged....wasn't it?' • • • • My names Luna. It's the year 1694 and I'm classed as a freak. I don't think there's anything wrong with me but people say there is. It's just because wings appear on my back sometimes. They're white and baby blue. People don't talk to me because of it and my family are ashamed of me. They all say I belong in The Twilight Circus.

A collection of short stories written by me based on just the title and cover of a book I have never read. Suggestions are always open!