Old apple tree

Glases, herbs and one by one shoured swears..that's how Jakov has been spending the day at the spirit table, trying to invoke another departed. “Ruf, you should know where hi's soul!” displeasedly shouts Yakov, throwing books out of table. The girl's spirit wasn't in the least encouraging. “I don’t know, Jakov, I don’t know! I don't see him after a death! ” she fold her arms over the chest. “ I'm just as worried as you are... Where can he be? ” Meanwhile, a ginger cat is simply wagging

In the far corner of the garden, where time has stopped, there is an old table made of massive wood, surrounded by lush foliage and a haze of fog, like a mysterious veil hiding the past and the future. An exquisitely carved porcelain cup stands on it, crowned with patterns like flower petals shrouded in an unearthly mystery.

Her voice, a trembling melody, A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday, The dream's embrace would fade away, Leaving us both in disarray. "Let go, my love, and break these chains, For love in dreams brings naught but pains, A fleeting joy, a transient bliss, That leaves behind an endless abyss."

A modern girl, a child of the age of sarcasm, cynicism, and memes, accidentally finds herself in a real medieval setting at the height of religious wars. But Anzhelika isn’t one to despair, and by the way, now the noble Sultan Salah ad-Din, who has intrigued her since her school years, is very close by...

Two police officers investigate a case about a sect of crazy fanatics.

Her training as an enchantress is not even half complete. Her job is to kill monsters. She travels alone in a barbarian land, recently conquered by her compatriots. Her path does not promise to be easy, but she does not intend to retreat.

Interesting moments from ancient history.

The most frequently dying character types in art.

Nasty rumors are swirling around Noah. He got used to having others judge him by this unfair gossip, so he has put an end to him and his personal life. Ethan is hunted by his past, so he’s diligently trying to avoid any kind of close relationship. It seems like they have no common ground and certainly have no reason to be interested in each other. But ‘Devil’s Eye’ clears things up.

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