Whimsy Stories

golden brown texture like sun / lays me down with my mind she runs / throughout the night no need to fight / never a frown with golden brown. { by riotsuns } { pre-akotsk-season 1 au } { baelor breakspear x fem!oc } { book one of seven } { savage daughters series } { started: 2.16.26 } { ended: tbd }

Misfortune seems to follow Kuura wherever he goes. After a long year of preparing for another harsh winter outside of court, the 'ruined' faery is hit by one more tragedy: the haven he'd built for himself gets wiped away in a blink. Now, instead of resting, Kuura must reclaim his flight and save a new friend. But can he do it on foot? - One wing gone, a blight to befall, Two wings gone, a curse to us all. Grant no grace to those who stray, Never touch a ruined fae. A quick, family-friendly comfort read for those who enjoy cozy fantasy. A new chapter every Tuesday & Friday!

"𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬?" 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝒀 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪౨ৎ˚₊ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢˣᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ 'ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ? ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ woman ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ?' 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in which an exotic dancer working in a gentlemen's club, the only thing putting up with her bills. Lately, she's suspected a certain faceless man has been following her after her work hours. Hoping to ignore it, she was surprisingly unfortunate when the man stepped up to finally corner her. Yet, instead of what she expected, he offered her a job as an aerialist in a.. circus? #1 exotic

When Father Noel Carmel, the perpetually flustered parish priest of Saint Nicholas' Parish, is invited to celebrate Christmas Mass inside the town's legendary chocolate factory, he knows two things for certain: it's a tremendous honour, and something is bound to go wrong! Still, he agrees, bringing along eight altar boys to help. Seven of them are experts in mischief. The eighth, their unshakable prefect, is the only thing standing between order and absolute mayhem. Waiting for them is Chris Paddington, the factory's cheerful (if slightly dim) owner. An ex-altar boy who rose from janitor to guardian of a 200-year-old chocolate empire simply because he was too honest to lie and too kind to fake it. He welcomes them with open arms to a wonderland of chocolate, caramel, peppermint, and gingerbread. But when a sudden blizzard seals the doors shut, Christmas Eve turns from festive to frantic. Snowed in with time on their hands and temptation everywhere, the altar boys discover the ultimate danger: a captive audience. Two unexpected guests only make matters worse: one intent on devouring as much chocolate as humanly possible, and another quietly determined to see the factory -and its owner-ruined. Snowed in and surrounded by sugar, secrets begin to melt. Old grudges resurface, tempers flare, and laughter gives way to moments of unexpected honesty as the night stretches on. Between pranks gone too far and kindness quietly given, Father Noel and his unlikely flock must confront what it truly means to lead, to forgive, and to belong!

A society where reading meets magic. There are genre wielders. Those that were born with a power unlike no other. Read from the book, boom! They come to life. Join Clarke as he figures out his own destiny alongside his friends.

Clara, a teenage girl, fell into a depression, living on a farm with her mom, someting unexpected happends, and it changes her whole life.

First Story :) This is just a chill and whimsical fantasy story abt fairies Please excuse my grammar mistakes lol English is not my first language Enjoy <3

A honey sweetness glazed over flush orchids. It belongs up above, in star-struck dreams

┆　┆　┆　┆　┆ ┆　┆ ࣪ ˖☆ ࣪⭑┆ ݁˖ .☆ . ݁ ˖ ☆⊹ ࣪ ┆ ˖ ࣪　⊹ ࣪ ★ ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪ ࣪ ˖⋆˚★ ₊ ⊹　 ࣪˖ ࣪ ₊ ࣪ ˖　 . ݁　⊹ ࣪ ˖　　　 ࣪ ˖ 　　. ݁　　　 ݁ " 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽." Ah yes, nothing like a nice day in with a cup of cocoa, watching a movie that reminds you of the childhood days and dreams from so long ago.... Of course being so cozy can make a person sleepy.... And of course.... You couldn't even guess what would happen after that... Falling into water, almost drowning, and being saved by a horse who gently pulled you up and onto the wooden ledge. You gasp as you breathe and look at your surroundings. You look up at the horse and... WHY IS THAT HORSE SO BIG?!!! You hear a big gasp and turn to look. A teenager with blond hair and a dress akin to Thumbelina rushes over to you. " You're, YOU'RE OKAY!! AND YOU'RE SMALL LIKE ME!" ( While Thumbelina is in the public domain, the story is based off Don Bluth's Thumbelina but that belongs to him and the only character that belongs to me is the reader and the story idea) First chapter is in 2nd POV while the rest is in Third POV. Fem Reader, and the reader will be in her 20s ( Specific age won't be specified but she is in her 20s and older than Thumbelina)

Step into a world where magic dances with reality, where dreams intertwine with hopes, and where the extraordinary resides among the ordinary. In a collection of captivating and unpredictable one-shot stories that will take you on a thrilling rollercoaster of emotions. From whimsical tales filled with fantastical creatures and magical landscapes, to thought-provoking narratives that explore the depths of human nature, each story within this collection will leave you both entertained and inspired. Let your imagination run wild and allow yourself to be transported to a world where anything is possible. _________________________________________ Language: English

A cybernetic world of malicious gods and pastel clouds...

Oswald isn't very good at his job. Sure, he loves it but that isn't enough to stop him from leaving a path of destruction with every match he makes. When a timid witch comes to Familiars are Friends, he is smitten by the one beast that even Oswald knew would be a bad match. Will they bring doom his career, and themselves along the way - or will this unlikely duo s

Birth and death - it happens to us all. In some ways, it happens to all things - they are created, and in time they are destroyed, returned to nothingness, dust reclaiming dust. But do you remember your birth? Do you know what your death will be like? We may have outsider experiences as someone or thing is born, or decays, but rarely do we consciously narrate those experiences as they happen to ourselves. One narrator, a whimsical creature, traverses through and beyond our current reality, returning with a snippet or three of births and deaths. So sit, listen to the tales broke back by our faithful researcher, and hear what our births might have been like, and what the return to dust will perhaps feel like. Try not to have too much fun!

The Life of a Flame. French poem.

A tumultuous tale of the water-breathing killer and their woe.

I am nothing but a blank, mindless ghost.

In this story, Billie moves in to an abandoned house that she inherited from her late uncle. The house was rumored to be haunted. Now that Billie is 18 and will go to the college that is in the same city as the house, she can finally move in, only to realize that there is a demon. However, the demon was very friendly and her name was Jean. Jean and Billie become friends, and they go through a journey of curses, spells, and mysteries. They encounter other creatures such as fairies, ghosts, and imps. Why was Jean a demon? How did she become one? And were the other creatures cursed by the same thing that kept them from crossing over to the afterlife?

just a little short story made from a writing prompt 🫶🏻 all photos are from pinterest and are not mine!

"There's all kinds of magic KC, the type that fixes you up no matter how many times you fall, the type that gives you an edge over other people in a competition, there are so many types" She explains grating the okro fingerlings lazily. I ponder on what she has said for a long while before finally speaking up "What's your magic?" "I can't tell you" she replies, giving me a wink "Can't or won't?" I push feeling strangely deflated "Oh, so you're a grown up now eh? trying to play smart and what not" she counters, still smiling. "You don't have to tell me, I know it already, its pretty easy to tell" I assure her shrugging, knowing it's a bluff, but she doesn't need to know that. "Mhmmmn" "What's my magic going to be?" I ask, drawing my stool closer to where she's sitting in the dimly lit kitchen. I take over the grating from her as she turns her attention to the pot on the stove. She cranes her neck around to look at me, her brown eyes big and full of knowledge, but the answer she gives shocks me dumb. "I don't know KC, I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself"