Novel & Cerita Short Fantasy Story

Mas maganda ng maging prangka sa kanila para wala akong masaktan. Matapos kong makapag-muni-muni ay nag-palit na ako ng damit kong pambahay. Tapos binalikan ko ‘yung gagawin ko sana kaninang umaga na isang short story. Siguro gagawin ko na ang kalahati nitong story dahil wala naman akong ibang gagawin, Isang short story lang naman ito. Hindi naman ako makababa dahil may bwisita kami. Sana nga mali ang iniisip ko na dito siya matutulog. Tinali ko muna pa-messy bun ang aking buhok bago binalingan ang aking laptop para sa gagawing short story.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and Imagination. This might contain sensitive content that is not suitable for young audience. Read at your own risk. Please accept my apologies if there are any errors in my spelling, punctuation, or grammar. Because I'm not good yet at, writing a story, I am still learning how to write one, but I promise to do my best to improve my writing. If you find any errors, please let me know. I will not be offended, but I will pursue more inspiration to improve my writing.

"Young prince, do not seek here for the adder you brought hither. It is here no longer, and you find me in its place to pay you its debt. But to speak more plainly: well, I am fairy Gentille, famous for the many merry and dexterous tricks I know how to perform. All our family live for a hundred years without growing old. We are never ill: we have no sorrows or pains. That time over, we become adders for eight days. It is this period alone that is dangerous for us, for then we can neither foresee nor prevent any misfortunes that may happen to us; and if we are killed we never live again. The eight days past, we assume once more our ordinary shape, our beauty, our power, and our treasures. Now

and it happened. Hindi ganitong uri ng love story ang pinangarap niya noon. Ang nais ng batang siya ay iyong simple lang, hindi man sila sa palasyo tumira at wala man silang maraming serbidora ay basta masaya sila at totoo ang pagmamahal na pinagsasaluhan nila. Her best friend Claudia had actually spanked her in her head when she heard about it, reklamo nito'y masyadong mababa at boring kung mangarap si Blythe.

pampakalma. "Duh? Journalism Student 'to." "I am too. Pero hindi naman ganyan kataba utak ko. Anyway, I love the idea but it would be too long for a short story." Napanguso ako. Ano bang short story ang dapat? "Okay. Ikaw naman magsabi ng idea mo." This time nagawa niya na akong tignan. "We'll use an animal to be our characters. Ganoon naman ang short story diba? Animals ang characters.

bakit tila ba, ang alaala ng lalaki ay palaging nasa kanyang isipan? Nilukob siya ng lungkot.. Marahil, ang kanilang kwento ay isang sarado ng libro. Ubos na ang pahina, kaya tinapos na lang iyon ng walang kasiguraduhan. Masakit man, ngunit kailangan na iyong tanggapin Hindi lahat ng kwento, may happy ending. Ang buhay ay malayong malayo sa isang fairy tale. Napangiti siya, mas mapait pa sa ampalaya.

WARNING mature content. This story is specifically for adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. LONG STORY. DETAILED NARRATION. If hindi po okay sa inyo ang mahahabang kwento at madetalyeng narration skip this story na lang po! maraming salamat po!

I think she’s now more relax and calm. “That’s good but this story is a fairytale. Do you like fairytale?” Tanong ko dito habang inaayus na ang pagtuturukan sa kamay nito. “The love story of Dino and Pika”. “It’s love story! I like that!”. Saad nito, now she’s actively responding. Bahagya kung pinitik ang kamay nito upang makita ang ugat. “Dino is a great warrior and Pika is a charming boy. They feel in love with each other despite their differences. But Dino has a torn in his hands and every time he tried to hold Pika he is hurting him–

Parang karamot ng mga mababangis na hayop, may sugat din siya na halatang kutsilyo ang ginamit. Kung mababangis na hayop lang ang nakasagupa niya bakit may hiwa at saksak siya ng kutsilyo? Hindi kaya totoo talaga ng mundo ng mga iba’t ibang nilalang at isa siya dun? “Ouch!” daing ko ng tapukin ko ang sarili ko dahil kung ano ano ang iniisip ko. Hindi naman sila totoo, tss. Nasosobrahan na yata ako sa kababasa ng mga kwento ng fantasy.

Let me tell you my story, because honestly, I’m getting tired of lingering in this tree, guarding my tiny patch of territory, and dodging hunters who’d love nothing more than to capture me. Five years ago, I arrived in Lunira. Five years since I lost my life on Earth and found myself in this bizarre world. Back on Earth, I was nobody special—just an ordinary person with no remarkable talents, no powers, and certainly no inkling that one day I’d wake up as a dwarf in a realm brimming with magic. My arrival here wasn’t like the tales you read in fantasy novels, where the protagonist is heralded by prophecy or chosen to be a hero. In my case, it was an accident—or perhaps, a cruel jest of fate.