Littlethings Stories

In darker not so distant times, monsters ruled the land. They hunted the dark. They swallowed villages whole. No village was safe. No traveler dared walk after dusk. Humanity lived in the shadow of fear-until the Colossus appeared, giants among the land who rose and drove the horrors back with their strength and shimmering magic. In gratitude, The Choosing was born, a ritual of service and submission for the Colossus. Each year, a handful of names are called. Most return home. Some do not. Much depends on which Colossus family presides-some take out of greed, others for duty alone. One thing is known, and it is the ancient Amdir, known for mercy above all, almost always return those they select, never bringing them away from the borders of the towns. Galen, a quiet apothecary with a bad leg and a talent for calming brews, has lived a peaceful, unnoticed life, preferring to remain overlooked, and has always trusted in the mercy of the Colossus. He tends herbs, minds his work, and raises his ward, Lira-a girl prone to nightmares and fainting spells, one he would protect with his last breath. With his young ward, Lira, he dwells at the forest's edge, rising early to gather herbs and hoping each day passes as quietly as the last. That is until The Choosing. When Galen's name is called at The Choosing, he steels himself for sacrifice. When Lira's is called moments later, his world unravels. Reasons as to why they were chosen arise, and long kept secrets are soon revealed.

"You're mine" blurry had taken over me. I was his property and i couldn't do anything about it. "Now go kill josh" warning ! includes mentions of cutting ( rated 12 )

all stories should be heard and express even if it is just six words.

Art, Ardor, Affection, Adventure & Aestheticism. 🎭

Random One Shots I've Created In My Mind And Want To Write Down.

some cool things out of literally nowhere.

A man who is a social worker by heart, a content writer/creator by education and an event planner by profession. Meet a man of thousand colours. A man is full of life and vibe. Let's not get to his face. It is serious but he is a humorous man. We all love our life and try to create the best out of them. So here I am trying to find the zeal and the focus on whatever best I can do with my life. Creating memories and saving them in my heart is kinda my thing. Tune in with me coz I have a ton of memories that I would like you to be part of it.

Sometimes opposites attract. Short flash fiction snippets in the life of an opposite attract couple navigating life together. Amelia is fashionable and perfect on the outside but anxious on the inside. Amy can be brash, but she is also supportive, caring, and enthusiastic.

---------------• Not once he had felt the obnoxious remind of not being enough. Especially around 6 p.m. When she was gazing at the evening sky covered in its pink and orange light admiration filling her eyes. For he was convinced she never looked at him that way. A pity, indeed. Since anytime her eyes rested at him they mirrored delight. Because even if the sky was there she couldn't have it all for herself. --------------• Because this is my first story in English, please comment if it's acceptable. Enjoy!

Nostalgia is a sentimental longing for a period that one has experienced. On the other hand, anemoia is a feeling of nostalgia for a place you've never lived, in the times one was never alive. Ashtine, she finds herself trapped in multiple universes that make her experience anemoia.

Poems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. However, that is entirely up to you.

it's the small things.

No one can tell the actual definition of the meaning of life. For some, it is all about happiness, building a family, and leading life as it is. For some, it is about accumulating wealth, whereas, for some, it is all about love.

▶ good vibes only.

I'm in love with Lou and all his little things.

For any little needing help or just want to see what's up read ahead. Don't critize me for this, i am one. Any chapter segessions just ask. This is about my life and how littles behave and what they do

Keep these little things in your heart... Cause little things change into memories...

Three years ago (2015), Stephanie Blue lost her memory due to an 'accident', which is what her parents like to call it. They never told her the actual reason. She's always questioning them about it but can't seem to get anything out of them. On her quest to find answers she is met by her favourite artist. She feels connected to him, yet doesn't quiet know how. Is he just a favourite artist or something more? Read to find out. #Wattys2018

a small piece of paper filled with thoughts that burn on my tongue, but I am unable to say it. sad yet hopeful entries.

the boys who...