Myth Stories Short Novels & Stories

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

'Myths are different than fairy tales or legends. Legends are stories based in history and are more or less true. Myths, on the other hand, are stories containing a deeper truth—stories that transcend time. If you were to travel the world, you would find myths that are remarkably similar to one another—stories of heroes fighting the darkness with the light.' ❤❤❤❤ ☀️MY RAE OF LIGHT (Part Two) ☀️ ❤❤❤❤

This led to a debate about the accuracy of sèxual stereotypes. Ross had declared, "Most of them are myths made up by people who are outsiders to the group." The two students had discussed how inaccurate the stereotype about all Asian women being promiscuous was. They talked about the myth that Frenchmen were great lovers but concluded that the myth was probably made up by French men trying to get laid. Ross had said, "I'd say that thing about Black guys having big côcks was a myth, but I don't have enough data to reach a conclusion. The only Black guy I've seen naked in real life is my roommate, and he's hung like a Clydesdale."

The lust between Dorian and the woman grew, until strangely Dorian thought he actually felt love. The dragon was about to do something drastic. Its schlong now hardened even more, to its ridiculous full length. It seemed to be at least 15 inches, with big scaly nuts, which looked like oversized grapefruits as they hung beneath him menacingly. Its cock sprang up like a snake between the woman’s legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming pussy waited, it edged its way towards the back.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Tell me a story," she sobbed into his tunic. "Make me laugh. Make the voices stop." Finn held her. He rocked her back and forth, like a child. "Once..." Finn whispered, his voice shaking. "Once, the little rabbit tried to jump over the moon. He missed. He fell into a pond." Miya let out a wet laugh. "Did he drown?" "No," Finn said softly, stroking her hair. "The frogs saved him. They made him a lily-pad boat."

Lucian catches a falling star and hurls it back into the sky as a new constellation. Kayo convinces the moon god that stealing the moon is actually his idea. Rowan quotes a footnote so obscure Death forgets why it came. We keep crossing, keep rewriting, keep breaking every legend that was written before we were born. At 00:03 left on the timer, all six stories collapse into one. We stand in the center of the Crucible Ring again, surrounded by the smoking remains of six dead myths. The pedestals are gone. Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee.

one shouted. "Yes! Tell the one about the fox and the moon!" "No, tell the one about the girl who turned into a hawk!" She laughed, breathless and glowing, and dropped to her knees in the grass, letting them swarm around her. "Alright, alright," she said, brushing her windblown hair from her face. "But only if you promise not to fall asleep halfway through." "We won't!" they chorused, lying in the grass beside her. So she told them stories. Not of blood or battle, but of quiet bravery. Of kindness hidden in thorns. Of broken things that found new ways to shine.