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Daedalus's Sacrifice
The terrible news came in the morning after the banquet. King Minos spent the previous evening celebrating the death of Theseus, and his daughter's safeguarded purity. Minos drank and sang, elated by his victory. His precious, Ariadne, was tucked into bed, alone in his palace, as her would-be lover turned to acid in the Minotaur's stomach by now.
By Kera Hollow22 days ago in Fiction
The Next Morning
Sunlight spilled across my face, waking me. I rose slowly, a bit slower than usual, probably one or two martinis too many. I’m glad I pulled my robe around my body: I heard voices coming from my bath as I tread through the arbor joining it to my chamber. Sure enough, there my brother was, having a hot tub party in my bath. He took one look at my face and quickly escorted everyone somewhere else.
By Harper Lewis23 days ago in Fiction
FUZZY BEAR
*Fuzzy Bear: A Hug You Can Trust* In a cozy little forest surrounded by tall trees, colorful flowers, and chirping birds, lived a teddy bear named *Fuzzy*. Fuzzy wasn’t like other bears—he wasn’t wild or loud. In fact, he wasn’t even real. He was a soft, stuffed bear with button eyes, stitched paws, and golden brown fur that was always warm, no matter how cold the night was.
By Ibrahim Shah 25 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Frog Prince & The Princess's Challenge
A Marriage Challenge was announced: any person from this or any of the surrounding countries – single or widowed – between the ages of twenty and forty years who could sign their name freely and without aid and could read aloud a passage from the children’s school Book of Law would be allowed to take part in the challenges that would take place in three fortnight’s time. The Princess Risa would meet her challengers and test them in three sets of contests of her own creation and would marry the one who met her challenges to her best satisfaction.
By Dionearia Red28 days ago in Fiction
The Midnight Delivery
Tariq worked the night shift at the courier office, delivering parcels to sleepy neighborhoods while the city slumbered. The office was quiet, filled only with the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional beeping of scanners. He enjoyed the solitude; the rhythm of driving through empty streets allowed him to think, plan, and forget the noise of his day-to-day life. That night, he had finished the usual deliveries when a supervisor handed him one last package. It was small, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address, and simply labeled: “Do Not Open Until Midnight.” Tariq frowned. The office clock read 11:45 PM, and curiosity stirred in him. He had been trained not to tamper with parcels, but the label felt strangely personal, almost like a warning.
By Sudais Zakwan28 days ago in Fiction
The City Above the Clouds
No one in Arham’s village believed the stories about the City Above the Clouds. They said it floated in the sky, hidden behind thick silver mist, and that only those who truly believed in impossible things could ever see it. Children whispered about it during play, and elders laughed gently, calling it nothing more than an old legend told to make nights interesting. But Arham never laughed. He believed.
By Sudais Zakwan28 days ago in Fiction
