Sick - in need of cool names

I’ve been hospitalised for a long time and now that I am finally back home, I want to start writing some prompts to get back into writing. I’ve been fixated on poetry lately, but I miss writing small texts and such.
Any kind of names are appreciated and a small story will follow to the name/names given. ^^

[name_f]Happy[/name_f] to hear you’re back home! :slight_smile:

For the first name, what about [name_u]Calypso[/name_u]?

Thank you! I am so happy to be back home :slight_smile:

Uuh, I really like that name. I think that I can make a pretty nice story out of it. ^^

I will try and post the story later today, maybe even on my patreon if I like it enough :slight_smile:

Short story, with the name [name_u]Calypso[/name_u]. It is literally a rough draft and it is short, but I think it turned out good!

Bones in the Garden Soil

She was out digging in her garden, planting spring flowers and small fruit trees that would once bloom and delight the neighbourhood kids. [name_u]Calypso[/name_u] dried sweat off her forehead, dirt coming off and leaving a brown streak across her face. The sun, shining through the old elm trees in the furthest part of her backyard. And as she dug down into the ground once again, she hit something. Not a stone, or a root. She carefully removed the dirt and old bones shone out.
[name_u]Calypso[/name_u] gasped, intrigued. Her beautiful witchy mind began to race, was it a racoon, cat, dog? It was rare for her to find old bones, much less in her beautiful garden. Carefully, she removed the bones from the ground, with almost all the ribs intact and the legs too. However, she found no skeleton, that would indicate the race. Where she had kept her flowers, she now put the bones in the little basket and carried it inside. In the little house, she would put them in a put and boil them till sterile and sanitary. She filled the pot with water and the bones, doing a small prayer before starting the gas stove. The trees and flowers could wait, as the bones needed to be treated with care. They weren’t too old, and she still could not decide if it was really cat or a small racoon. So could always consult her little coven, if they knew. It wasn’t that [name_u]Calypso[/name_u] often used bones in her spells or rituals, but they would look good lying on the altar for the Gods and Goddesses.
The ungodly smell of boiling bones reached her nose and she wrinkled the freckle speckled nose and got up to open the windows to let in the fresh air and bird singing. She stood in the window for a second, closing the hazel eyes and took in the warm air, feeling the slight burning sensation of the sun on her olive skin.
“Bless you, [name_f]Goddess[/name_f] [name_f]Olwen[/name_f],” she muttered, smiling and it was as if the sun became stronger and felt warmer by the mention of the [name_f]Goddess[/name_f]. [name_u]Calypso[/name_u] took this as a sign and turned back to the pot of bones, turning down the heat and began to prepare for an evening ritual. It did not take long for the smell of bones to be overpowered by herbs and different oils.
The little witch began to hum, and the whole kitchen and house felt magically more powerful than before. The deity [name_f]Olwen[/name_f] shared her warmth and thus the world seemed brighter in the home of [name_u]Calypso[/name_u]

You could always do names like [name_m]Anthony[/name_m] nn [name_u]Tony[/name_u], [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] nn [name_f]Vicky[/name_f] or [name_f]Tori[/name_f], [name_m]Matthew[/name_m] nn [name_m]Matt[/name_m] and maybe even more names, like [name_f]Heidi[/name_f], [name_f]Jane[/name_f] and [name_f]Grace[/name_f].