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Grandma\u27s story, star-spangled high, Or so she promised, when she told the tale Of Pegasus, but e...
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I cry my grief out to the sky, the grief that Aphrodite would not calm. The Siren\u27s call that l...
The Mythic Circle is a creative writing journal devoted to fantasy-inspired creative works; it has b...
Just as the sun began setting in a fire colored sky, Bridget Skla stooped over an old wool blanket a...
I had been travelling in the mountains for months before I stumbled upon a practice I had not imagi...
The story I have to tell is really quite simple. My name is Avidus and for many years I was an ins...
I look for it everywhere, the magic I used to see around me. Read by Nolan Medit
One day not long ago, as time is measured by trees, a woman wandered fields of thyme and lavender ne...
Once upon a time Holly’s grandmother used to fly about, playing hide and seek with the butterflies a...
Have you heard the story of Alrond and the magic fox? I can tell it to you. After all, magic foxes s...
Here is the place of the big tree Here is the place of coming together Known as the Ring of Gatherin...
Grandma\u27s story, star-spangled high, Or so she promised, when she told the tale Of Pegasus, but e...
Leigh squinted as she rounded a grassy corner, dazzled by the brightness of another L.A. day
After the books are burned there is a hush and then a flutter of ashy syllables out into the wor...
A misty morning met the awakening village of Madichi. Dawn made pale the cloudy skies, and upon the ...
From the beach, you could see the island. My mother said no one lived there anymore and she didn’t ...
I cry my grief out to the sky, the grief that Aphrodite would not calm. The Siren\u27s call that l...
The Mythic Circle is a creative writing journal devoted to fantasy-inspired creative works; it has b...
Just as the sun began setting in a fire colored sky, Bridget Skla stooped over an old wool blanket a...
I had been travelling in the mountains for months before I stumbled upon a practice I had not imagi...
The story I have to tell is really quite simple. My name is Avidus and for many years I was an ins...