Microfiction
Small Things
My Grandad died a few weeks ago. My Grandad created a lot of precious stones, though I didn't see any value in them. I was only nine years old. We kept searching when my Grandma stopped. She came across an old green precious stone, though Grandma never saw anything precious in them.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Bound by Love
Chapter 1: The Encounter In the enchanting realm of Celestia, an angel named Seraphina soared gracefully through the celestial skies. Seraphina possessed a heart filled with love and compassion, and she always sought to spread joy to those around her.
By Novel paradise3 years ago in Fiction




