The Trash Of A Fantasy Novels & Stories

The title on it was 'wasteland ' . ''Wasteland '' he uttered taking out the book from the shelf and reading the first page . After some minutes he was reading through the entire book , .'' So wasteland is a world where mythical things like fairies lives ? do they really exist ?'' he was confused . Then in the middle of the pages he found a note . Being curious he unfolded it . There was a coordination written there along with a symbol . '' What is this coordination ? and this symbol it looks like a full moon does'nt it ?'' he mumbled .

Why don’t you enlighten us with those words? ‘ okay okay, it's just a 4 lined poem. I couldn't write anymore.' Cassandra, at last, surrendered laughingly. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun.

I can only imagine the worst of its contents. I gulp down what I might puke and just look away. I hesitate to look at the girl, so I look down instead. When I move my foot, the trash rolls lying down almost beside me. The scent of the hand sanitizer lost the fight and the trash bags dominated. I can't take my mind off what could be inside--a chopped-up dead body? I hope not. I can't help but shiver. I think I'm about to barf.

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He headed into the kitchen, shaking his head at me with a grin. I smiled at him and relaxed, grabbing a book off one of the end tables. I read the back cover, pretty sure it was once of Tristan’s and not one of mine as I didn’t recognize it. The description read like a run of the mill fantasy. Group of experienced adventurers traveling the lands in an attempt to stop some long trapped evil that was threatening to re-emerge. I opened it, reading it without paying too much attention so I didn’t get sucked in. I had lost myself countless tales over the years, using them as an escape in my younger years, avoiding the realities that were starting to take hold in my world.

In an instant, it was. I then summoned a handful of random objects: a pillow, a taco and a mint condition holographic trading card. I drooled at the sight of its perfection and glory. But then, I got an overwhelming sense of guilt. There was no sense in just making these things appear. Sure, I wasn't exactly 'stealing,' per se, but what fun is there in just being handed everything? As much as it pained me, I gave a heavy sigh and tossed the card away, causing it to vanish in mid-air. The pillow was next. The taco, however, I was more than willing to eat. Hey, it was lunchtime and I was hungry.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Celeste Under the cloak of night, I found myself kneeling by the trash cans, swiveling my head around this way and that like a cat on the prowl while the stench of rotting food wrapped around me like a shroud. Jack had taken it upon himself to take the trash outside to be picked up by the truck in the morning. Although it was normally my job to take the trash out, along with all of the other household chores, he said that he didn’t trust me not to sneak the dress back if I did it myself.

I squirmed. "Ok, Let's take her and throw her into the trash bin. The truck drivers that clear the bin will take it to be trash that came out of the decorations being made in the palace. Am pretty sure they will crush all dirt when it's disposed of and like that Alana will be a history," my wolf smirked.

This is an army fighting not just for their lives but for the future of two entire kingdoms. Several enchantresses align in coordinated formation, opening portals. The magical passages shimmer in the air like liquid mirrors, reflecting a devastated, shadowy world on the other side. As we cross into Syltirion, an invisible weight seems to settle on me. The kingdom lies in ruins. The sky is an oppressive gray, laden with heavy clouds that feel like they’re devouring any hope. The ground is cracked and blanketed in dust. Dark creatures I’d never imagined roam the desolate land. Some are humanoid in form, but their movements are erratic, like marionettes controlled by a sinister force. Others ar