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In a hidden, far-away land, lay the quaint village of Sugar Valley. Every house there was crafted from various sweets and desserts. There were gingerbread cottages, chocolate huts, and gardens, blooming with sugary candy floss.
ОтветитьУдалитьHowever, looming over this sugary paradise was Licorice Hill, where lived a malignant and reclusive witch named Helga. Her dwelling was a structure made entirely of twisted black licorice. Helga disdained the villagers, who she believed were too cheerful and sweet. She often cast spells on them, making hail fall on their candy gardens or turning their lollipops into glass.
Among the villagers was a girl with bright blue eyes and a heart full of kindness named Lolly. She was the only one who adored licorice. One day, Lolly decided to venture up the Hill to gather her favourite dessert.
As she climbed up the hill, the bitterly sweet scent of licorice tickled her nose. When she reached Helga’s door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking. But suddenly the door creaked open itself, revealing the witch with wild black as night hair and piercing green eyes.
"What do you want?" Helga grumbled, folding her arms.
"I just came to get some licorice," Lolly replied cheerfully. "But I also wanted to invite you to join us in the village!"
The witch sniffed, "Why would I join those candy buffs? They wouldn’t like me around anyway."
Lolly argued, "They would if they got to know you!"
The witch frowned and raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself, "And how do you propose we do that?"
"We make a strawberry cake!"
Helga agreed hesitantly, "Fine, but only because I’ve never tasted a strawberry cake."
Together, they gathered ingredients from Helga’s enchanted pantry—flour that sparkled like stardust, sugar that shimmered in rainbow hues, and fresh strawberries that glistened like rubies. Lolly led the way as they mixed and stirred, filling the air with a delightful fragrance.
As they cooked, Lolly talked about the village – the chocolate festival, and how everyone helped each other. Slowly Helga’s heart began to melt. When the strawberry cake was ready, Lolly offered Helga a slice.
Helga exclaimed, “It’s amazing!”, savoring the sweet flavor that danced on her tongue.
From that day, Lolly and Helga became friends, and Lolly introduced the witch to everyone in the village, where she was welcomed with open arms.
Eventually, Helga decided to leave her licorice hill. She occupied a shortbread hut and opened a confectionery where everyone could enjoy her magical tricks.
Robreto, I still like your story so much! It seems really cute to me 🥰
ОтветитьУдалитьThe Library
ОтветитьУдалитьMolly ran down the corridor, late for her lecture on literary style. It was one of her favourite subjects, for she had always dreamed of becoming a famous writer. But suddenly her attention was drawn to a wooden door that Molly had never noticed before. It looked very strange against the background of a modern university building. The girl became very curious and opened the door.
It was a library of incredible beauty. Its shelves were filled with old books with skilfully patterned bindings. Molly began to wander round the room and after ten minutes she was horrified to find that she was lost. She couldn't find any wall. When she looked up, she realised that there was no ceiling in the library either. Molly was in a complete stupor, panic started gripping her. But then she heard a funny voice:
"Hey, are you lost?"
A fluffy animal with purple fur was sitting on the floor, it looked like a cat or a rabbit.
"To be honest, yes."
"You're fabulously lucky to have met me. I'm a book keeper. I'm offering you a deal. You help me to defeat the library ghost, and I'll get you back to the exit."
"What ghost?". Molly thought she'd already lost her mind.
"He's been keeping me down for thirty years. I know he's afraid of scary secrets, but I don't have any. So here I have to suffer."
There was nothing left for the girl to do but nod her head in agreement. Then the keeper grabbed her by the leg and led her somewhere. Soon they found themselves in front of a dusty shelf. The clock struck 12 and a real creepy ghost appeared in front of them: "What do you want? Have you lost your fear?"
The Keeper replied:
"I have brought a man who can defeat you!"
"Hahaha so I believed it."
Molly realised that she urgently needed to act and she even knew what she had to say. Her eyes filled with tears and her knees shook, but the girl fought herself:
"Hey, ghost! Listen up! I've never told anyone about this and all people think I'm not afraid of anything. But that’s not true. I have a big fear that keeps me from having a normal life. And that fear is loneliness!"
Molly cried and the ghost began to scream awfully and after a couple of minutes completely vanished.
The animal jumped happily and began to thank the girl for saving him. He took her hand, clapped his paws together and they were immediately at the entrance.
"Remember, you'll never be lonely now because you have a loyal mate."
Molly gave him one last hug and walked out of the mysterious place. When she turned round, the door was gone.
Our young heroine never saw that door again, but she had a warm memory and an idea for her first bestseller.
Girls, you're so creative with your stories! 👏
ОтветитьУдалитьOld Barnaby, a chipped teapot, sat on the shelf. His spout drooped; he felt useless. Clementine, a brown, wrinkly carrot, lived in the garden. She was too old to be picked and wanted adventure. Fitzwilliam, a rusty watering can, lay by the stream. His handle was broken; he felt sad and forgotten. Penelope, a cracked teacup, sat among other broken things. She missed being loved.
ОтветитьУдалитьOne night, Barnaby had an idea. "Let's go on an adventure!" he squeaked. "We'll be the Storytellers, bringing joy everywhere!"
Clementine worried. "But we're old and broken!"
Fitzwilliam said, "I can still whistle stories! Barnaby's steam can make pretty pictures in the fog."
Penelope added, "I'll collect shiny dewdrops – like happy tears!"
So, the Storytellers set off. They went through tall grass, past a scarecrow, and over a hill. Fitzwilliam whistled stories, Barnaby made foggy pictures, and Penelope left sparkly dewdrops.
People were surprised at first, then happy. A lonely old lady cried happy tears. A sad farmer smiled. Even a grumpy man chuckled.
The Storytellers weren't famous, but they felt good. They learned that even though they were old and broken, they could still be special. They showed everyone that even small things can make a big difference.
I'm a fan of character names in ur story
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ОтветитьУдалитьSpectator
ОтветитьУдалитьone man, named Alex, was always a person who preferred to stay in his thoughts. Working in a vinyl record store suited him just fine. A gloomy man, about 180cm tall with dark short hair, wouldn't really fit in as a friendly waiter or animator (although the latter often looked like their souls had long since left them). Alex liked to smoke, but not on the job, not unless some geek was bothering him again with complaints about the sound quality of The Rolling Stones records. At such moments Alex wanted to let out a puff of smoke right in this guy's face and say something like “find yourself a girlfriend and stop coming here...”, but it was just his fantasy, after all, he didn't want to lose his salary, which he could use to pay for his apartment. If the day passed quietly, Alex sat on a bench in the park and poisoned himself with nicotine.
“A couple cigarettes a day won't kill me...” Yeah. Maybe. But this was the sixth cigarette this day, and it was three days in a row... “why are you picking on me, give a working man a break” Okay...a miserable boring life, full of the smell of vinyl and tobacco suited Alex perfectly “no, really, did you come here to bully me?” I didn't come anywhere, I'm just a voice in your head, I'm not here. “god, there it is again.” You may not listen to me, but I'll continue the story, so “whatever”.....
Ahem. Ahem. That evening Alex was sitting on the bench again ... “shut up, she's coming.” That girl again? “yeah, addison, call her by her first name” what's the point of talking to her, you don't even--
- Hey, Add!
- Alex! Were you waiting for me again? I told you I'd go in to the store
-yeah, you know, I'd like to grill more meat tonight, and get a couple beers, I thought it might be hard for you to carry the bags if I called and asked you to buy this.
- All right, so what are we gonna play tonight, maybe "Starfield"?
-come on, it's been a while since I've played it.
The evening went on like any other evening. They played a video game and got a little drunk, it was Friday and they could afford it.
Alex didn't notice how he nodded, but soon some sharp sound took him out of his sleep. He opened his eyes and saw Add sleeping sweetly on the chair next to him. The room was filled with the dull light of the game's screen on the TV. Dark wavy hair framed the girl's face. Her glasses reflected the glare from the screen. She always added light glitter to her eyes, saying it stood out against her dark skin, and Alex liked it. She looked so young, you couldn't tell she was in college.
The first part. It looks like something about love, but trust me, it's not what it looks like