Magical Realism Short Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

The flight into Málaga took eleven hours and by the time Elena got through customs and grabbed her bags, her neck was as stiff and a rock and her body begged for a long, warm soak in the tub. When she got her bags and she double checked to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she stepped out of the airport. The air was hot, even hotter than America but she couldn’t deny that this was truly a beautiful place and very different from where she was coming from. A taxi stoped at where she was and when the passenger door mirror wound down, a plump man in sunglasses and a tropical shirt looked back at her. “Need a ride to the hotel?” He had a unpleasantly raspy voice, like he smoked constantly.

But the look in the man with gray eyes told me he wasn’t joking. He truly believed it. And worse, there was a part of me, deep, deep inside, that wondered if it might be true or just a mere Story. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head, backing away from him, slowly. “I can’t just be.” “You are, Crysta,” he said firmly, his voice unwavering. “It’s in your blood, in your bones,in your flesh. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull, the power? It’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Rubbing his nose on hers, their breathing collided, hot and filled with intense feeling. “I’m Alaro, the king of the underworld. I am not human, Elara, I am part of the undead, and here is not my place which is why I couldn't show myself to you all this time because of the restriction between the living and the undead.” Slowly explaining to her, his eyes narrowed and he could hear her strong heart beat. He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.