where creativity takes root

The festival grounds were busy with people preparing. Shop stalls, food venders, and tents were set up in a half crescent. Circles made...

The morning came all too soon when Drina felt a few taps on her foot. Grumbling, she rolled to the opposite guard of the bed. “Give me a...

The hostel door swung open, followed by a chilly breeze. The owner glanced over from behind her small welcoming desk, smiling brightly at...

This originally was a writing prompt that turned into a longer story. I have no regrats. - Turan Writing prompt from the book 5000...