Oldtale Stories

The history contained herein came into my possession by chance, though I am no longer persuaded that chance governs such things. Its pages, much worn and in places difficult to recover, recount the life of one who lived in the long shadow of the old war, when the earth was cold, the nations broken, and memory itself had begun to fail. If the tale appears grave, it is because it was born in a grave age. If it seems slow to speak, it is because silence was then the common lot of men. I offer it now only as it was offered to me: as the remembrance of a life not wholly consumed by the darkness into which it was cast. That is all I shall say before surrendering him to the reader. The world ended slowly. Now what remains is hunted. Deep in the frozen wilds of North America, a veteran of the last great war lives alone with their dog, keeping faith in a world that has nearly forgotten God. But when something unexpected is brought to their door, the silence of life is broken, and the past begins to stir. Forced back onto the road, into the ruins, into memory, and into the mercy he thought he had buried with the dead. What begins as an act of duty becomes a journey through the bones of a dead civilization. Saint Among Sinners, Sinner Among Saints is a grim and reverent tale of survival, memory, and the faint light that remains when all else has failed.

"If you believe then its there and if not its in vain"

Amalina, or Amy, is not the type of girl who grew up with a silver spoon as she was supposed to. She lost her adopted parents and her home. She never got along with people or had a permanent home. This time she promised herself that she would settle down and stop travelling. Little did she know that this promise would change her life. An original story by MiraWolfina (AmyWolf99) .

Rheia thought she had a normal life except a few things like an extremely paranoid dad for one. But that was all there was. Other than that her life was quiet, monotonous and predictable... Or at least that's what she thought... Until one night when her father is killed by some strange people. Or that's what she thinks happened... But was that really what happened? Read up to find out the deep secrets kept from Rheia, about her life, about everything..... ______________________________ [First draft! Tell me if you find any typos!] Story cover credits to me! Picture credits to the owner! ©Copyrights All Rights Reserved

Read on stories from the land of life and death. Stories that are inspired by Khaled Hosseini books. Children aren't colouring books. You don't get to fill them with your favourite colours - Khaled Hosseini

noooooo....... więc jeśli istnieje coś takiego jak OLD TALE to sorry ale ni miałam pomysłu na nazwe AU

Always listen to your elders because if they warn you about the dead, listen wisely because Poor little Jimmy didn't and he ended.

There was a wise sentence that goes "Your dream is the messenger that told you your path towards your destiny". This story commemorate that sentence. A simple sentences that could be continued as a spectacular tale. This is a story about listening to your dream and being the master of your dream. Thus, you can use your dream as your advantages. This story is dedicated to Paulo Coelho, one of the best author that led me to tell you this fictional tale.

Werewolf fan fiction. Cassidy Miller, was just a normal girl. Up until her sixteenth birthday. She was having a party, and what happens when she meets her mate? Or when she finds out that she's from a old prophecy? Read to find out! Slow updates, sorry!

I suppose I am coming to the last of my breaths. This story shall be the last one to be heard from my lips, and I suggest that you, my dear reckless grandchild, calm your tearful eyes and sit to listen. Where is your mother? Is she not coming to see me pass? How dreadful of her! And to think I gave her a roof to live under. Anyhow, it is her loss not to hear this last story, now isn't it, child? This is the story of a sea monster. One with long and jagged teeth, a gaping mouth, slick scales, and a tremendously huge body. He lived alone in the very depths of the ocean, swimming around feasting on what we consider the 'scariest of monsters.' Goblin sharks and the giant squid are horrific creatures to you people, for you have never seen this monster who lurked in the deep. And once a week, he rose to the surface to gaze at the night sky by the tallest and sharpest cliff. He rose his massive head above the surface of the water, stretching so it reached higher than the cliff, and listened to the utter silence his presence brought. A small village rested at the bottom the cliff, and the people there would go ridged as soon as he arrived. Then, after an excruciating hour, he would dip below the surface for a week. So then, here is his tale.