Twisted Wonderland Fan Art Novels & Stories

’ “What does it mean; I’m one step closer?” “That’s Tiffany” she hears people around her saying. ‘This is getting weird’ she thinks to herself. Glancing to make sure Katrina was still next to her; the light in the first sculpture goes out and the second one lights up. Tiffany and Katrina move to an ice carving of an old pirate ship. In the centre was an opened treasure chest; revealing another message. ‘Tiffany; your treasure awaits.’ Tiffany became curious; wanting to know what was going on. She moved to the third sculpture when the light came on. It was an ice carving of a unicorn, leaping over a mossy brick wall. In its horn it says ‘Tiffany; mystery and enchantment is calling you.’

Tali standing up for Zayn when the shifter versus wizard bullying started. Our powers mingle and merge into a strange kind of shared magic. We’re so shockingly similar in that way, maybe more than I realized. He mouths the same spells I know so well from my early days as a witch. Twin memories of us, worlds away from each other, show us both in deep study–Zayn drawing the entire moon cycle on the beach with a stick, while I’m at my desk in my room in Moonrise, carefully sketching it out, memorizing smooth curves and little notches so important in spellwork.

She held the brush between her fingertips,a mixture of yellow and white paint on the tip. She's quite good at this. Extremely good. I'm not an art aficionado but I admire her artworks. I have even had my people purchase some from her in the farmer's market. The one she painted of herself was still my favorite. It was hung on my bedroom and I had wanked to it a couple of times. It was so lively...so beautiful and sexy. It captured the way I felt about her perfectly. It wasn't complicated, traumatized and sad as I was.

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

I ask them both. "Kaleidoscope of bewitching backdrop sphere means a beautiful scenery," said Kline. "Mixed-blood soundlessly hanging into your hat means someone out there is waiting for you" Yoshiko added also. "Uh, I still don't get it" I complained. "Someone is waiting out there to show you the beauty of this world" Yoshiko pointed to what he and Kline said. Now I get what that means how can I so fool not to understand that. All this time he is waiting and did not forget all the promises.

The neon sign flickered — Java Haven — casting an unsteady glow over the worn-out chairs. Sliding into a booth by the window, I pressed my palms against my face and exhaled. “What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath. I left him. Mid-dance. Mid-sentence. I should’ve felt powerful. Like the heroine of my own story — bold, untouchable. But instead, my mind was a mess of dark eyes and rough hands, of lips too close to my ear and a voice too smooth to be safe. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person who could untangle this madness.

I climbed up. The ladder passed by a window with the curtains drawn. Just as I reached it, the curtains were yanked open. I didn't dare look down as I just rushed to the door that was linked to the rooftop. I locked it, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But suddenly, I could hear a bizarre laughter coming from behind me. I spun around, and it was the man… The one who looked just like my Dad in my memories. But there was no kindness left in his eyes, only hatred and the twisted excitement of someone about to kill.

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”