HeyJaredSophia's Scrolls
A collection of fantasy short stories and flash fiction pieces. Happy reading!
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Shadow in the Fog (opens the original)
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The fog was dense and cold, blanketing the night in silvery silence. The few folks out on the streets were reduced to soft shapes, completely fuzzy in the heavy fog. All of the animals were eerily silent, though nobody seemed to notice. They rushed to and from, coats pulled tightly against fog, collars lifted and hands tucked away to hide from the nipping cold. The fog rolled out overnight, leaving the next day dawning clear and crisp. Birds were singing and neighbors greeted each other brightly
The House Wrapped in Silence (opens the original)
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The old clock struck thirteen, and the house seemed to hold its breath.The wind whistled outside, yet inside was quiet as a tomb.Dust covered every surface, a thick blanket left by time.The only inhabitant in the house was the cobwebs in the corners.The old house stood like a snapshot of an older time.Antique furniture of sturdy wood, solid even with the pain of years gone by.Some say the house is haunted, a ghost of a broken-hearted maiden lingering.Others claim the house was cursed, abandoned
The House at the Edge of Autumn (opens the original)
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Every autumn, my parents packed up the car and drove up into the mountains, using “family bonding” as an excuse to take a ridiculous trip to the little cabin hidden away. There were all kinds of rumors about why the cabin had been built: a secret rendezvous for star-crossed lovers, a mysterious fortune teller woman who wanted to practice her dark arts, or a musician to write in privacy. All I knew was that it meant that when the leaves started to turn, my parents would grab me and my siblings an
Autumn Lake (opens the original)
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High in the mountains, where the air is clear and the sky is empty, a lake sits in the center of a valley. During autumn, when the breeze gets crisp and the leaves change color, something magical happens to this lake…If you peer into the waters of this lake, you’ll see worlds beyond your wildest imagination. Ballrooms with waltzing couples, dressed in their finest clothes and dripping with jewels. They float along the polished marble floor as if they are walking on air.Majestic dragons protectin
Magical Apple Pie (opens the original)
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The stand mixer whirs softly on the counter. A pixie swings it’s little feet on the edge of the counter, watching Nyla as she finishes rolling out the pie dough. The pixie squeals cheerfully, chattering away in the language Nyla still couldn’t understand. She laughs as she reaches for the apples sitting in the fruit bowl, their diamond skins refracting the wam yellow light of her kitchen. The pixie squeaks louder as Nyla began to prepare the apples, rinsing sparkling dust from the gleaming surfa
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