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Submitted to Contest #88
Many years ago, when the enchanted folks were still able to live among us humans, there lived a group of goblins. Now these goblins were horrible, ugly creatures, with warts the sizes of acorns planted on their faces, and teeth that were pointed and yellow. Their ears pointed outward like the elves, but they were green, hairy, and had bumps along them. The goblins were green, like the water in the swamps. Their eyes were black like the night. Despite their ugliness, they held the highest praises of being warriors and fighters. Among the ...
I was once beautiful." "You're the most beautiful creature I have seen," I cried, in disbelief. She turned from the window, looking at me in the eyes. I drew in a breath, feeling my heart beat faster then before. I felt beads of sweat appearing on my forehead. It was true. The woman before me was the most beautiful creature I had eyes on. She was tall, with milky, white skin, which seem to glow under the sunlight. Her long, golden, hair was braided down her back, daises and tulips intertwined in the braid. Her eyes were the color of the ...
Submitted to Contest #86
"Louisa!" "Sorry Mother." Fifteen-year-old Louisa sat by the window, pins and needles in her lap. She turned, finding her mother sitting in the chair opposite of her, glaring at her, over her pointed nose. "I don't understand why you still amuse yourself with daydreams and fantasies,' her mother grumbled. "Oh Mother," Louisa cried. "If you only believe, then will you able to hear the trees sing and the wind dance. Sometimes even the woodland creatures will crawl out and tell the most wonderful tells." "I see there is no use getting through t...
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