Lovely King_The Love Tree_The Animal Tamer's Forest_The Mountain Guardian
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Lovely King
“Papa? Why don’t I have any hair?” asked Becky as she was tucked into bed.Her father, Eddie Deschain, a man who could string together a good yarn, thought about it, sat down beside her, and took in a deep breath.“Once there was a prince too curious for his own good. He wandered through his family’s large kingdom, constantly outwitting whatever poor bodyguards the queen and king assigned him. The majority of the common folk grew fond of their little prince, who seemed to come and go without a cawww.onedoor.ccre. Those with more… malicious intentions, found out that the prince’s curiosity was matched only by ...
The Love Tree
Short Story “The Love Tree” Lia lazily stared into the view shown in the windows of the running train as it heads towards the village of Cantaloupe where she was supposed to write an article regarding a certain festival celebrated in that village to honor a 300 year old tree. She sighed and saw her breath turn into smoke upon remembering the boring assignment given to her by her editor. Out of all the possible assignments she could have been assigned with, she had to be stuck with a boring festival.The rushing view outside slowly stilled as the train arrived to its destination. The door of the...
The Animal Tamer's Forest
In today's world, most people dismiss odd claims; the glanced sighting of a mysterious creature, or secret sounds, who's whispers no one else could hear, to just brush off their shoulder. However, not everyone shares in that sheltered lot. If when in the distance when a BOOM! you hear within, and dare question what it was... Stella Hart knew exactly what it was. She won't tell you of course, but that BOOM! may have been partially caused by her. She has a slight issue with being... Less than kind to creatures that she should have been kinder too. But we can't start there of course! Let's star...
The Mountain Guardian
When Sota asked Hisa to venture into the forest with him, she didn’t dare refuse.Snow crunched under her shuffling steps. The cold stiffened her joints through the thin cotton of her kimono. Still, she trudged up the slope after Sota, for if she slowed down, who knew what he’d do. The person she feared most, more than the yokai rumoured to live in these mountains, was her own son.At least this meant, for the time being, he wouldn’t hurt Megumi. She pictured her granddaughter in the hut, alone, taking care of household chores, or venturing out to tend the meagre few cabbages and onions the sato...