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I Ain’t the Devil

Anita was deep in her sleep when she wakes up to the cries, of wolves off the other side of the river. She was scared of it and yet she did not listen to her scared heart. She roamed the palace’s corridors and hidden tunnels and found a way into the woods. Never have she…
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pixie Dust’s creation

And then the stars told the tale. But nobody cared to listen except for that fairy who was willing to listen. It was in the dust and the storm. It was the lost sound of the lute. But most of the fairies were reduced to dust and storm by the witches and a very few…
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White Girl’s Legend

In the dead of the night, the 12th king of the Soraili plains got a call from his ministers and held a meeting. The generals were deeply injured and the ministers seemed to encounter a treacherous event. One minister had the worst of his fears and tried to hide it which he failed miserably. Nobody…
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Monk by The River

It was a cold deadly night. The songs of decay crept out of the dead man’s grave. And the king was silent in his chambers. Beside him lay his dead wife unable to sing her favourite song one more time. It was the king’s fate that killed his most beloved wife. He should not have…
