Archaic Stories

The Red Garden of Queen Carmina | Weekly Chapters Composed, elegant, and the standard of all ladies. Queen Carmina, the wife of the respected monarch of Firuzeh, swallowed the truth of being infertile. The king swore utmost loyalty and true love to his partner, but the queen's soul decayed when she saw the king let a mistress in the royal court. On one boisterous event, the queen escaped the palace as crestfallen as she can be, seeking her personal time alone. A village she had come across. Queen Carmina was afraid, yet more determined to be unchaperoned. The more she wandered the hamlet village, the more she became curious. She became even more interested in the place when she saw a farmer working in the middle of the night, that shared the same mysteriousness like no other.

Just a girl, trying to release her emotions, jotting down anger, depression, pain, sadness, and creating poems. Poems that I want to share with YOU.

Raymond Patrick, a young man that left Oldham as a child, finally returned to his homeland to write a book about life in the countryside. One day when he heard the century-old legend of a woman named Serene, Ray starts to ponder more about it. Serene's story had aroused his curiosity, and that made him wonder if Serene really was the woman she was known for. For all he knew, whatever happened to Serene was witnessed by no one in this generation of Oldham's locals.

After his wife meets a tragic end-an end shadowed by the return of the maniac he once bested in a duel-Dorack "Abraham" is driven into a perilous quest for vengeance. Yet, as he journeys deeper, he begins to fear that this quest of his may only take forever. In his unbroken will, behold fate-subtle and cunning as ever-urging him toward a perilous course. This ceaseless quest unveils new threats, sharper challenges, and trials beyond reckoning. In the end, what is destinies reward for his effort. Would vengeance be his-or worse?

Lucy is the daughter of a scientist and she knows her father invented the Time Machine...

"I know. I know, everything, everyone is a lesson. But sometimes I wish I could stop learning and start living." She always knew there was a certain emptiness, a craving in her heart that just seemed impossible to fill. She just wished she could figure out what it was. Maybe it was the end to all her problems. Perhaps an encounter with a wonderful stranger was all she needed to change it all? To be free at last?

Fragments from the In-Between. Praying for the bloom and the passings of souls, hearts, and recovered artifacts I've seen. © 2021 by Ilyssa Goldsmith

This is the symbolic story of passing and remembrance of a lost love

hypocrisy is like a disease in our society, gives you the feeling of biasness, it discriminates between male and female , rich and poor, statuses etc, double standards should be eradicated not only from our societies but also ourselves.

This is my poem about Beauty. That every girl is beautiful, but there are some that think they are not, and it is really getting to my nerves. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! I know a girl who thinks to much. She locks herself in the toilet, and think "Am I pretty enough?" That girl is me... Though I may not have the most prettiest face, and I still doubt that I do. It is said in the bible, that God doesn't judge you by your looks, but He judges what is in your heart.

These are oft musings whose basic idea is the product of my daydreaming on an average day, where little wisps of forgotten memories, incidents take shape of lines and feelings with a nostalgia felt right there. It's an attempt by a person to take up challenges, to rid myself off my morbid thinking and dive into an art that I wish to be evergreen and relatable to everyone in some way. Come and live in a world where rhythm takes plentiful of space!

A series of short fantasy stories 1) The Search for the Sword of Death F.Y.I Some moments may feel rushed and moments may have been skipped over. I just did that so the essence of the story remains intact and not as slow. MORE TO COME SOON!!!

Come! To those who dare to face it ! I dare thy to come and be the witness of this "play" Sincerely The humble Clown

they're not much but they're a way for me to vent my feelings without anyone else getting annoyed :P

If Nature were a Woman and spring her youth, She'd cry for a Flower and die of sloth.

A Septimus Heap and Game of Thrones Archaic version fanfiction. This story takes place 16 years after the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, Septimus Heap where a new kingdom with Archaic magic, dragons, and much more fierce warriors destroy the Castle. Queen Jenna, Chief Hermetic Scribe Beetle O. Beetle, Immortal Alchemist Marcelus Pye, and ExtraOrdinary Wizard Septimus Heap all lead in the battle helping in any way. Queen Jenna was to strategize for the war along with Chief Hermetic Scribe Beetle O. Beetle. C.H.M. Beetle O. Beetle and his scribes provided maps, spell books, and a rare magyk counterfeit strategist board for planning a upcoming battle to the E.O.W., Ordinary Wizards, and The Queen. E.O.W. Septimus Heap lead the wizards into battle and lead Immortal Alchemist Marcelus Pye to the Wizard Tower infirmary where he can he heal wounded wizards. More will be explained in the first chapter.

The story us about a board that brines evil