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The Kingdom in the Sky

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom in the sky, lived a king, a queen, and a little princess called Anastasia. The princess would look down at the earth and wonder if there were kids like her there. Meanwhile, a lonely little prince would look up at the sky and ask the same question. One day, while the princess was playing in the clouds, she noticed the prince looking up and waved at him. However, the prince didn’t wave back; he just continued to stare at the sky. The confused princess went to her mother and said, “Mama, that prince down there is rude. He didn’t even wave back!” The queen smiled and cradled Anastasia in her arms. “No, honey, he just doesn’t see you.” “But he looked right at me.” “I assure you, he can’t see us even though we can see him. Our kingdom is enchanted.” “Can I go down sometime to play?” Anastasia asked. “Maybe when you’re a little older, honey.” The queen smiled and hugged the princess. Anastasia, however, was impatient. That night, while in bed, she wished to be ...

The Troubled Prince

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Once upon a time, there lived a king, a queen, and their beautiful baby boy, Prince Heath. They were very happy until, one day, the queen died of pneumonia. The saddened king soon took his grief out on the people around him. He imprisoned the royal physician for not being able to save the queen and was ruthless to his guards and servants. Anyone who made the slightest mistake was punished. The little prince, like most children, imitated his father, and a servant boy called John, who was his friend, bore the brunt of it. Prince Heath would make fun of the way the boy dressed, calling him a beggar while beating him. The king’s magician noticed this and decided to take action. “I can’t do anything about the king himself, but perhaps I could make the prince a better person,” he thought. And so, the magician switched the two boys’ bodies. Not knowing what had happened, the prince continued to bully John. The king, who was passing by at the time, slapped the boy who he thought was the servan...

What Goes Unseen

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I always felt a strange presence surrounding me as a child, as if there was a hidden world that only I could sense. Yet I never fully saw it, not until I turned twelve. The first time it happened, we were outside the classroom with our science teacher, who was teaching us about plants at the time. Being gripped by boredom while standing at the back of the class, I soon felt myself drift away into nothingness. It was as if I had sprialled through infinity in a second.   I suddenly found myself in a playground that was miles away from my school, but there was barely anyone there except for a small group of girls. One of them ran up to me and introduced herself as Anisha before asking me to join her and her friends. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Anisha asked. “Where exactly is ‘here?’” I asked back.  I looked around at the silence around me. There was a sense of calm that saturated the air, the likes of which I had never experienced before. “None of us really know, but I’m sure ...

The Pages of Life

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Being an avid reader as a child, it was no surprise that I naturally gravitated towards writing. It was my childhood dream to become an author when I grew up, but I had to push those dreams aside to take care of my Mom, who was terminally ill. After her passing, I packed up everything and left my hometown behind; with no house of our own, nor with any other family or friends in the area, I had no regrets about the departure. Two towns over, I found a nice annex connected to the house of an old lady named Ethel. She was a gentle soul that reminded me a lot of my mom. When we first talked on the phone, she was thrilled to hear that I once wanted to be an author. Ethel herself was a published author, but she had not written anything in years and had several unfinished projects that she no longer had the energy to focus on. Ethel asked if I’d mind helping her with her forgotten projects while I stayed in the annex. She said she’d include me as a co-author, and even reduce my rent by half. ...

Buried in History

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For as long as I could remember, I could peer through objects, often allowing me to see through walls and sometimes even find secrets buried deep within the earth. This was why I joined the police force after graduating from university. It was a dream come true, as I was able to rely on my intuition and abilities to solve cases quicker than any of my colleagues. Soon, I rose through the ranks and became a detective, but that achievement turned suspicious eyes towards me, as many questioned my ability to close cases faster than anyone else. One day, the Captain requested that I come to her office. She raised concerns over words that were spreading throughout the department about my potential involvement in the cases I solved. I found the rumours to be ridiculous and said that I simply had good instincts. I proposed that I’d hand in my gun and badge and be on leave for a month; the Captain thought it was unnecessary, but I insisted, asking her to let someone else handle my current case. ...

The Gears of Fate

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Toni and I were in university when we dated. It was beautiful and exciting at the start, but over the course of three years, our bond was exhausted to the point where I had to end things between us. However, fate had a twisted sense of humour, holding us to a promise we once made in the early seasons of our relationship, where we said we would come to each other’s aid when it really mattered. We don’t know who or what bound us that way since the promise was made during a trip to ancient Celtic ruins, at a secluded spot we both found alluring for reasons we could not explain. As the years passed, Toni and I went our separate ways but still stayed in touch. Seven years later, we were both married to new partners and had little families of our own. I had two daughters with my husband, while Toni had a son and a daughter with his wife. However, things became complicated when my mom passed away, as Toni appeared just seconds after she closed her eyes for the last time. My husband, Alan, was...

Ramzdon

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The ground broke beneath me, pulling me in as I clung to the ledge. “Help! Someone help!” I screamed as something grabbed my feet and started to pull me in. “Take my hand,” said a voice from above. I looked up to find a stranger in ragged clothes crouched before me with his arm stretched out. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me out as the ground closed beneath me. “Thank you for saving my life, sir,” I said. “You’re welcome, miss. But you must keep away from this place,” he replied.  “Why…? Who are you exactly?” “Ramzdon is no place for the living. As its gatekeeper, it’s my duty to make sure mortals keep away.” “ You are the gatekeeper?” “Yes, although I’m relatively new.” “Then you must know how a soul can be freed from it.” The man’s eyes widened as he realised who I was. “You’re the survivor… I’m sorry, but there’s no way to bring your parents back. Just leave this place, please.” “I'm sorry, but I can’t accept that.” The man’s gaze was suddenly as piercing as the warning he t...