The dunes of Hueco Mundo were still and silent. Not a breath was exhaled, not a puff of air stirred. A few shrubs peaked out the sand here and there, but little else in the way of life was visible. All trees had long since been felled, and not a single Hollow was in evidence for miles in any direction. Despite the endless night, a thick, sickly heat covered the landscape.

Ever since their defeat at the hands of Soul Society, the Hollow had never been the same. They may have recovered were it not for their immediate subjugation to Yhwach and the Wandenreich (Invisible Empire), followed on by...

Here it goes:

Tinkerbell flew through the nyumbani mti (Where the vichimbakazi live) towards her workshop.
It was exactly two years after she had arrived in Never Land, and that meant it was her birthday. But Tink was still going to fix pots and pans on her birthday. Tink was a pots and pans fairy, which meant she can fix anything made out of metal. That was her fairy talent. All vichimbakazi have talents.
But Tink was mad. She'd alisema hello to Terence, a boy fairy, in the tearoom (lunchroom) and he hadn't mentioned her birthday. Plus, when she'd visited Rani, a water-talent, she didn't mention it, either!...

Sad Beautiful Tragedy

It’s a shabiki fiction story of Flora and Helia. I don’t know why but whenever I get a romantic one shot, Helia and Flora stuck my head maybe because they got most strong bonding among all the couples. Plus they are my favourite couple from The Winx. And I got inspirations from real incidences

It is a little known upendo story of a poor village boy and a princess both of whom preferred death over separation. What is even zaidi haunting is the fact that unlike other zaidi maarufu legendary lovers, Flora and Helia continue to gain attention from all the people.
Legend has it...

burning need of your soul
take a glimpse to ignite
fire like slug wewe whole
one who steals your fantasy
have special aliyopewa name
queen of Fire
touching you
hugging wewe
flux wewe in my flame
hunger all wewe think
night whispers
crown wewe as a man
My single gaze
magnet to worship
have special aliyopewa name
Empress of Desires
sloshing in torrent of rain
yearning for wewe can't
an innocent prey
plunge on knees
fling my passion
Resist me?
You won't get easy
have special aliyopewa name
Seductress of Temptation
You're hunted in my love
craving wewe cant deny
you see me when wewe
look in the mirror
sorceress of Passion
Nothing about me...