KingAtticus

Once upon a time, there were three Kaeru women from the land of Rani. One day while they were traveling to the market, they came upon the broken-down wagon of a Venal merchant. The three women of Rani assisted the poor merchant to get to the market. When they arrived to market, the merchant expressed his gratitude by allowing the women to take one item of their choice from his wagon. The oldest Kaeru woman, a mother to many children, chose a sack of rice so that she could buy more food for her family. The middle Kaeru woman, a wife new to marriage yet with no children, chose a roll of fine cloth to make clothes for her husband. The youngest

I remember the winter where I was cold and alone. While others were celebrating, I was out in bone-chilling wind as I gathered trash to start a fire. I hate to remember the cold, the fiddling of matches with my tiny and shivering hands, but I have to. I have to remember the cold, the anger, the sadness alongside the warmth, the happiness, and the laughter. If I don’t, I lose sight of who I was and who I am now. Above all, I do it to remember my grandpa. He used to tell me the story of how he found me around this time every year. It was a warm summer day when he was walking along when he heard me crying. He lifted up a tattered blanket

Day-off in the Big City A small café with beige walls and a red roof stood snugly between a book store and a tobacco shop in a large open-air marketplace that was shutting down for the day as people passed by the patio where Atticus, wearing a light button-up shirt and some slacks, was sitting with Sarah, dressed in a skirt and blouse. The light of the moon was overpowered by the numerous lamps that gave a short hum at first but soon were warmed up and glowing silently. “This is a nice place, don’t you think?” Atticus asked Sarah. “It kinda reminds me of our first date.” “Yeah, but these people don&rsquo

In the chilly lands of the north there existed a village of werewolves. While many of the werewolves who lived in the village had humble homes and enough food and money to stay fed, there did live one greedy werewolf who ate the best meat, drank the best beer, and had a magnificent mansion filled with dozens of rooms for his servants since he had no family. Although he inherited much of his fortune, he still worked hard to keep it and was seen as a miser to much of the village. One day a young man dressed in fine clothes and holding black walking staff came through the village of werewolves. He was an odd man who knocked on every door he cou

In the far away land of monsters and ghouls lived a family of vampires atop an ancient hill in a magnificent manor. Among the many residents of this manor was the youngest daughter of the Count and his wife: Tatiana. Tatiana was the baby of the family, the youngest of fourteen brothers and sisters, and was also the one who was easily frightened. Every time it was time to go to sleep, Tatiana would be afraid of humans coming in to stake her in her sleep and always ended up sleeping in her parent's coffin. She was teased by her other siblings because of this but her oldest brother, Alexander, didn't tease her. "Tatiana, why do you fear that h

A young woman named Samantha loved making art, and practiced writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical chickens, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Austin, and a portrait of Gary Oldman that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby watermelon for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in writing to create the

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after potatoes because you'll only end up with a beach ball in your leg." I never quite understood his advice until one Father's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Suzanne. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was dirty and spooky sounds came from deep within. Suzanne saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

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