A journey into creative storytelling!
She found her in the kitchen, holding a cracked, old mug in her hands. A cloud of dark energy hovered overhead. A slow stream of hollow, grey spirits were moving towards it through the air. ”What happened, dear?” the woman asked worriedly. […]
Nestled on a narrow strip of land between two lakes the house stood on the very shores of both. Trees, mountains and skies reflected in their peaceful crystal waters.
In the morning, the splendour of the rising sun mirrored like liquid gold in the lake to the East. And in the evening the light of the setting sun would move and wreathe like living fire upon the gentle waves of the lake to the West. Indeed, the beauty of that place cannot be described in words, for it was like an amazing fairy tale […]
The harvest moon shone silver through storm-riven clouds. As I latched the shutters, a last breath of cold wind forced itself into the room in a spatter of rain. With a quiet sigh, I turned and faced my guest again. She had moved close enough to the fireplace that I thought she might get singed, […]
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She was very beautiful and stylish, and people called her “Snow queen” because of her cold heart. She loved flowers and snow. And when he asked her, what she would wish for, as a gift. She told him, “A snow flower.”
He tried to find that flower everywhere, but no matter where he looked or how far he travelled there was no such thing. […]
Once upon a time there was a prince who had luck in everything, except for love. Even though he was charming and intelligent and had journeyed all of the kingdoms of the world, he couldn’t find the lady of his heart. At long last, despondent and downcast he decided that such was his destiny, and he travelled back home again.
But one day, in a garden nearby his castle, he saw a strange woman […]
They were running and running as fast as they could and they almost reached the forest. But suddenly she stopped, supporting herself against the garden fence and breathing heavily. “I… I can’t run anymore.”
He carefully crawled up the hill and looked down, back at the village, taking care not to be seen. “They are following us,” he told her. “They are questioning people. And – they have dogs.” […]
Reflections of the Heart 