Out Of The City And Into The Stories

  Illicit affairs The Tale Of Eros & Psyche §§§ Eros drew back the bowstring, his arrow nocked and ready to fire. He narrowed his eyes upon the young lady, whom he was informed was called Psyche. It was her punishment for attracting all of the people away from his mother Aphrodite’s temples, for letting the people compare her beauty to his mother. Eros was tasked to make the girl fall in love with something nasty, perhaps an old man who smelled of the stink on the streets. Or maybe he could whip up a family scandal? Eros still hadn’t decided yet. Yet he faltered in his movements, still, invisible in the air. As the most feared god in the universe, he had never shied away from his missions, no matter how inhumane and dirty it was. Why though, did he not dare release the arrow? Why though, was his heart beating fast, his chest tingling with tiny sparks? §§§ Make sure nobody sees you leave, Hood over your head, keep your eyes down. Tell your friends you’re out for a

She had always dreamed of her knight in shining armor, her prince that would one day sweep her off her feet and onto his snowy white horse. (Y/N) was the kind of girl that would spend her days dreaming about the perfect guy, the kind of fangirl that would think up different scenarios each night, herself paired with the man most handsome, gorgeous, brave, kind, courageous…you get the idea. (Y/N) would often imagine the both of them laughing with each other, cuddled up together, his fingers intertwined through hers. (Y/N) would lean her head on his shoulder, and he’d smile that beautiful smile, and then wrap his arm gently around her shoulder, shielding her from harm. They would dance together, his hands on her waist, her arms around his neck. They would twirl around and around the dance floor, the world would fade around them, and then they would be left in their own little paradise. Of course, they would end it with a sweet, romantic kiss that’d linger for a while. He would always

When I started this story, I did not plan to make this story. I know that sounds confusing, but that’s exactly what I meant. I had planned to write a short imagine of a reader who lived under a possible scenario of World War Ⅲ. It was supposed to be a 700~900ish word reader-insert. But then I had a part which just wouldn’t tie in with the whole story, so then I tried to extend it. Then, somehow, my brain came up with this idea to make it into a Narnia fic, which seemed perfect to me, having both sides (readers vs. Narnia characters) as people who lived through a world war, even though they are decades apart (in this imagined story); they could find different ways to relate to each other, and even compare all that is different. Cindy out~

  Jesse twirled around and around, her dress of satin spinning, her toes never stopping. The crowds seem to both cheer and mock her at the same time. Their laughter is as sharp as the thorns of roses that are twined in her hair along with the red flower weaved as an accessory. The quick rhythm of the music pushes her on somehow, like magic. She brings them happiness and joy. She has already been dancing for three hours. And she just can’t stop. Jesse wants to stop, to stop the pain of her toes every time she leaps; Jesse wants to stop the thorns of the roses from barely scratching her skin every time she dips; Jesse wants to stop the mocking gazes of the otherworldly people; Jesse wants to stop the music enchanting her, and most of all, she just wants to get away from there and get home. Yet she just can’t. Whenever she tries to dance away, her feet automatically drive her away from the edge, back into the center of the wild fey. She only wonders when she can stop.

Ogygia sat next to the head of the long wooden table as platters and platters of food came up amid the midst of a crowd of reveling faeries. Across from her was the princess of the Seelie court, a girl who Ogygia supposed looked like a teenager like her, though she had her doubts as to her real age in human years. The faerie girl in all ways resembled a human with fiery hair, aside from her pointy teeth, of which Ogygia could now see as she smiled at her. Next to the princess was the prince, the quiet older brother who had two tiny chocolate-colored horns poking out from his inky black curls. He was immersed in a book, his eyes glued to the book beside his plate, his head never looking up. His pointy faerie ears twitched occasionally. “Young girl, why don’t you try the punch? I think you’ll find it quite sweet.” The Seelie Queen peered over at her cup, “There’s no need to hold back.” The queen was quite different from her daughter and son, only bearing the same green eyes as her ch

Lost Tales of The Forest is a new project that I will be constantly working on and off for the time being. It means that I can't guarantee any scheduled updates, though I will be posting it on the WIP board once I've started writing it. It's a short collection of stories that will follow different paths of respective characters, while each storyline may or may not be connected. I don't really have a plan for this, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

I know I'd said I would be on hiatus, but this is an exception. It all started when I was alone in the car parked on the side of the road. So the thing is, in Taiwan, when you park on the side of the road, there are people who are tasked to go around on scooters and charge you. And I didn't see him coming. One second I was jamming to Real Gone and waving my hands, the next I saw the man's right next to the window. I was super embarrassed and terrified. I also think he was terrified, too. Cindy out~

Because I have exams coming up on October 13 through 15, this blog will be officially be put on hiatus from this Monday until after October 15th, and will resume the day after. Next Update: Probably tomorrow or the day after. Cindy out~