Original works / Original works

The whole baker's house was filled with a note of sweet honey, the aroma of fresh pastries, like a gentle song with nostalgic notes. There was something magical in his eyes, like the stars in the sky at dark at night.

In a quiet corner of the ancient city, among the narrow streets and abandoned houses, stood an ancient church, like the last guardian of the soul of this place. This temple has been a holy house for many centuries, and it was destined to meet the last priest who would sweep through its walls.

I never thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to someone to be close to you. But unfortunately, we have to do this sometimes. So, I have no choice. I understand there is no point in trying to change something because everything is hopeless in my case. This is my goodbye letter for those, who truly wanted to make me a little happier but did not manage to help me trust them and open my heart and my soul to them...

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

I’m just a little homeless kitten that feels lonely and is learning how to survive in this world full of bad and good people. At some moment, I almost lost hope that I would find a warm home and a loving owner. But one day, I meet the people, who I instantly get sympathy for. My cat’s gut tells me they could take me with them and give me everything I’m dreaming about…

In a mysterious palace, standing on the edge of the twilight reality, a handsome prince lived, sighing heavily, whose life was a pattern of dreams and hopes. He was a gift of fate, something that could conquer the very horizons. But, like walking clouds, the eyelids of fate revealed their plans.

At the edge of the world, where the heavens embrace the earth for the last time, there lived one soul that lost its bright star. Her life was like an endless ocean full of unexplored secrets and unfathomable depths. But in this ocean, the melody of sadness sounded like a quiet wind gently blowing over the soul, reminding of sad goodbyes.

Has someone ever told you that your dreams are nonsense, and you should not waste your time on them? Has someone ever tried to ruin them at the root and decide how you should live, saying they know much better? That’s what my mother is doing. She believes my wish of becoming a writer is a stupid thing. But I am not going to give up so easily and will do my best to reach for my dream and prove to her that my hobby is not a waste of time, as she wants to think.

That evening, the sky blossomed with lights, like a huge kaleidoscope in the hands of the gods. Orange, pink and purple shades mixed in this grand palette, as if the artist's brush was slowly and carefully stroking the clouds. The air was filled with the smell of freshness after a long rain, and at that moment, standing on the top of the hill, I felt that the world was coming to life around me.

n the dark distance of the vague sea, where the sky merges with the waters, longing floated like a quiet fog, enveloping everything around. It was a beautiful world, but its beauty was imbued with sadness, like a forgotten melody sounding in the depths of the heart.

This poem questions Fic.fan's attempt to monetize storytelling in a world already filled with free and passionate creators.

In the remote corridors of the soul, under the ledge of gray clouds, the shadows of the past darkened, like clouds gathering in the atmosphere of forgotten moments. Where the light rushes between the holes in the gray clouds, there lives a man carrying his own storm.

Christmas is a holiday that everyone loves. Firstly, because of the opportunity to spend time with close people. But what if someone is missing even on such a wonderful and magical day? A little girl from a small but friendly family is dreaming of spending this day with her beloved dad. But he does not have the opportunity to do this because he is far. Will Santa Claus hear her wish? Will he make a miracle? Will he let her spend the greatest time of year with the one she is missing so badly?

Sometimes your appearance can decide much. If you're beautiful, everyone wants to befriend you. So, what about those, who they don't accept because you don't fit their beauty standards? Sadly, I wasn't lucky to be born as a handsome boy. That’s why my mother is probably the only one to admire me, and I have to get bullied. And hide that I have a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world, who will never pay attention to me and would prefer the irresistible but stupid and mean boy over me.

A sonnet about the higher playing cards.

Some lyrics inspired with these days.

In a remote village where the days seemed shorter and the nights dragged on endlessly, there lived a young man called Anton. His world was saturated with a gloomy fog that tightly enveloped his thoughts and heart. From his earliest childhood, Anton felt an invisible shadow hanging over his soul, turning every bright moment into gray and emptiness.

At the very edge of the world, where the gray sky merges with the endless ocean, there was a lonely heavenly island. It seemed as if he had been torn out of a dream, a place where all hopes had faded and only melancholy remained.

Under the weight of the black sky of the Exclusion Zone lies a heavy gloom, like a blanket of despair. In these forgotten places, where nature struggles with the barrier of anomalies, loneliness becomes a faithful companion of every stalker.

The pale light of the street lamps dissipated in the night, creating mysterious shadows, like ghosts floating through the empty streets of a sleeping city. Everything was silent and motionless, as if waiting for something inevitable.