Children's Fiction
The Last Ember of Agrabah
When Aladdin freed the Genie, a star blinked out. Every century, Agrabah grows a little darker, as if losing its source of light. Priests once said the lamp didn’t hold a spirit—it held balance. And when freedom came, chaos took root. In the desert’s heart, a faint blue glow still burns beneath the sand, whispering: “You wished for this.”
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
The Tangled Ghost
After her death, her tower was abandoned—but villagers say golden threads kept spilling from the windows, glowing faintly in moonlight. The strands grew into the forest, wrapping trees, rivers, even graves. Some say they feed on sorrow, that every tear strengthens them. No one cuts them anymore. They say if you follow the hair long enough, you’ll find the skull of a girl who still hums when the wind blows.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
