Magicalrealism Stories

25-year old Lee still hasn't figured out why they could not form any long-lasting relationships, even friendships for that matter. Aside from family members, which they are obligated to talk to, there is no one else Lee had even come close to calling a friend. Well, maybe except for one. -------- Submitted for ONC 2026 @OpenNovellaContest Using the following prompts : 29. You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints in your heart. 104. While wandering in the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more than wind through the trees until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all. 106. After waking at 3AM to a freezing room and a door you're certain you closed, you find wet footprints and melting snow leading from your bedroom into the hall. Realizing someone or something is inside your home, you follow the trail to uncover the truth.

"...and she often wondered what it was about duty and prestige?" A darling princess. A Goddess's incarnation. And, the conscience of her family. Utpalini, the manifestation of Goddess Lakshmi, and the daughter of Rajrishi Pandu, Kunti, and Madri, is born to the illustrious lineage of the Kurus. Pampered by her parents and her brothers, she is sheltered and must learn to be her own reckoning. Utpalini: The Goddess Descends, is Utpalini's tale from a sheltered princess, to Goddess who weaves the threads of fate.

Mirabel is having trouble with all the disrespect her town has been giving her. She just wants to live a normal life! But without a gift, she's a misfit. She decides to take a nap so she can get her mind of her problems... but it gives her new problems. Will she survive through the horrors of Nevermore Academy? Can she go home? Disclaimers: I do not own the characters, I just mold them. Also, this is inspired by Lava_Serpent's Mirabel The Witchlet.

Natsu Himenesu plans everything. Her summer vacation plans are organized, her emotions and neatly tucked away, and she's never once raised her voice ever. Then Kie gives her a mysterious diary... A purple colored notebook with cherry blossom designs that writes back. That predicts small moments. That somehow turns her hidden feelings into reality. Pink hair, glowing eyes, and even confetti for her first ever fit of anger. The diary promised her for a bizarre week. It didn't warn her that she needs to face the one thing she's been avoiding: herself. A magical realism about control, friendship, and the quiet magic of letting go things in life.

On the edge of a quiet town, where the road curves and the night settles in, an old man sits on a porch and tells stories. He doesn't tell them to crowds. He doesn't tell them for answers. He tells them to the night-and to anyone who happens to wander by. Each story carries something different: something lost, something carried too long, something mistaken for truth, something that refuses to leave. They are not stories meant to fix you. They are stories that sit beside you... until you're ready to hear them. Welcome to the porch. The night is already listening.

​Two days before the interview that will decide her life, the pressure becomes too much to bear. Then, she hears the flute. ​Stepping into an ancient forest where time stands still, she meets Vedant - a silent guide who doesn't give answers, only lessons in the dust. A story for the "teacher girlies" learning that the best way to lead is to first learn how to listen.

Selene Croft's quiet forest mornings are shattered when a tiny dragon curls protectively around a single, impossible flower in her garden, a bloom that should never exist. Drawn by its fire and magic, she follows the creature into a world she never knew, where every step challenges her understanding of reality. Now, Selene must decide: embrace the unknown and uncover the secrets waiting for her, or turn back and leave the magic, and her destiny behind.

This is not a book. It's a beast. It watches you as you read. It judges you while you laugh. It makes you smile just to watch you fall harder. Inside, there is no plot. There is a family reunion of talking mushrooms, evaporated fathers, prophets in their underwear, and unforgiving hens. There is a bar that expands into a universe. A trattoria that serves as a dimensional rift. A notebook that writes itself-but only in ancient, local dialect. Alejandro Fiorenova writes as if he were cursing with love. As if Kafka had eaten too much heavy food. As if Stephen King had served in the military with an Italian rogue like Diego Abatantuono (the soul of the Oscar-winning Mediterraneo), and they had just reunited at a post-apocalyptic barbecue. It is too chaotic for those seeking logic. Too raw for those living on the run. Too human for those who believe they are eternal. But if you accept the journey-wrong shoes, right wine, open heart-the Infinity will change you. Or it will make you worse, but in an interesting way. This book is not read. It is endured. It is danced. It is digested over weeks. It is a prayer written in wine. A cosmic joke where you can't tell if you're laughing or screaming.

Prepare for a Martian story of Hard Science and Painful Majic so explosive you'll have to change yourself just to be ready for it. Don't worry, it'll take us four years to get there from Earth, and in the process every cell in your body, now Homo Sapien, will gradually be replaced by Homo Martianus. I wish this deeply queer process alone could prepare you for the harsh nature of the surface. It won't. But, because of it, there is a chance that you'll survive. The systems that govern the planets however; they crumble around our would-be heroes. Human ambition rains from the skies as the foundations of the old world collapse. Write a song of destiny, find your players, and together form a ritual to transmute the reality of the planet Marsha itself into a rousing conspiracy thriller in which every chapter evolves alongside you, and every act is the sometimes uncontrolled demolition of the corrupt old world. When the Coda ends, what will be left of them? A new life on Marsha awaits. It will not be comfortable, but it will be alien. Vivit Terra Nova! Vivit 'l Tera-Rust!

Every afternoon, at the same time, her cat slips out of the house. One day, 12 year old Keiko follows it into the woods and finds a small temple that only comes alive at night, when blue lights appear, animals gather, and the stars begin to whisper. With the help of a strange boy who watches the sky through a telescope, she learns the truth: each disappearing star carries the last words of someone who died unheard. But the boy is tired. And to listen, someone must take his place. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Prompts: ⚝・┆5. Every day at the exact same time your cat slips out of your home. One afternoon, curiosity gets the better of you and you follow, only to discover it's living a secret life you never imagined. ⚝・┆69. The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers. ⚝・┆78. You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems.

Three friends embark on adventures beyond their wildest dreams.

This is an installment of my Midnight cloven series. On the night of the crescent moon that's when they meet in secret in a clearing in the woods when the moon is high, that's when you will find The Midnight Cloven, the village of Summers Hill the village holds a dark and terrible secret no one leaves and no one enters until now when Morgan Joy came, - Raven Knight works in this tourist shop or at lest that's what the village thinks when in fact that is where the cloven meet to new members and get there supplies, people here blame everything that goes wrong on the witches but theirs more to this village that first meets the eye you never know the danger around you till its too late Dare you be brave enough to enter the village of Summers Hill where nothing is as it seems.

Kass and Sir Avandor are an unlikely pair. An orphaned boy raised in neglect and an old knight-long past his prime-who cares more for honor than his own well-being. Together they travel the winding roads of Matador, a land filled with quiet wonders and hidden dangers. Bandits roam the countryside, and strange mysteries wait around unsuspecting corners. What begins as a simple journey soon draws them into darker affairs: the secrets of the untamed countryside, the inner workings of a cult devoted to the Misbegotten Son, and long buried secrets from Sir Avandor's past life. Is he the man he claims to be? Follow the wandering knight and his squire as they uncover the secrets that lie along this path and uncover the nefarious plot of the so-called Misbegotten Son. - I will do my best to update every Monday. If you are a looking for a story to scratch that knightly itch; this was made for you. Inspired by The Hedge Knight and A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. Anti-AI. All artwork you will see along this story are commissioned and made by real artists. They will be credited. It feels terrible that I even have to clarify this, but it is the world we live in. Cover Art Credit: Kenneth Sophia

In a universe once protected by the divine Prism, balance has been shattered by the ruthless Queen Elvira. Young Prince Lucian, heir to the fallen planet Solaris, escapes to Earth, leaving his parents captured. As the Prism lies dormant, fractured by Elvira's ambition, Lucian must grow into his legacy, awaken the lost magic, and gather allies to reclaim his home since the fate of the universe itself rests on his shoulders.

The Dreamer awakes, the shadow goes by; the tale I have told you, that tale is a lie... Portals to magical worlds, corvids that speak the meaning of life, and more await one who sits and listens to this sharing of tales between two anachronistic raconteurs, one of whom may or may not be Geoffrey Chaucer. Reader, remember this: the tales are pure fictions. Fantasies. Except when they are not.

A collection of scenes, stories, visions, and more, told in poetic style.

A confession A strange shop Seven chances to relive the past But some memories aren't meant to stay.

Wiphala is a remote estate that does not exist on social media, is never advertised, and can only be reached through word of mouth. Those who manage to secure a stay all say the same thing: "No one comes back the same." There, certain trees -known as The Elders- respond to absolute honesty. They grow. They expand. They reshape the landscape. Emma arrives searching for something she cannot name. But Emma is not Emma. She is Carol -a journalist who, after the highly publicized death of her son, staged her own disappearance. In Wiphala, she will discover that some trees do more than grow from truth... Some embody what we believed was lost forever. Tender, symbolic, and deeply human, Diary of a Tree with a Wide Canopy and Shallow Roots explores grief, identity, inherited silence, and the fragile hope that survives even in shallow ground. Enter gently. Some secrets are waiting to be trusted with you.

What if your locker whispered your name? I came to Ravenshade Academy hoping to disappear. But frost spirals follow me, mirrors whisper secrets, and the Rift has already claimed me. Now two very different boys refuse to let me go: Luke-my childhood best friend, warm as sunlight, the only safe thing in this cursed place. Ashriel-the forbidden guardian bound to me by prophecy, dangerous as midnight. One promises safety. The other tempts me with shadows. And the Rift? It whispers my name, demanding I choose. But what if choosing between them opens the Rift?