Fantasy
The North Pole Files - 2
The trees in the Wonderland Woods kept to their word: they granted me passage to Kula, the Elven village, but not without one final trial. I had to spend one night within the woods. I didn't know why that was, but I somewhat assumed that it was because they might have wanted to absorb my aura or find out if I had any ounce of maliciousness in me. This might have been because of that last questions that one of the trees asked me: who am I and why am I doing what I'm doing?
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Chapter 1
The morning was cool and dewy, mingling with Hana’s sweat as she opened the back door. Her cat, Creamsicle, wound her way over to Hana, meowing for breakfast. “Yeah, yeah, hold on,” Hana said, unzipping her jacket. It was an old ‘80s windbreaker, colorblocked with teal and pink and white—a divorce present from her father. He had given it to her as he was leaving, said it was hers now and she’d better take damn good care of it. She hadn’t seen him since she turned eighteen.
Brittany MacKeownPublished about 20 hours ago in Chapters The Fairness of the Gods
One, of many things that particularly bothered Baj about the Gods and Goddesses, was the seeming unfairness of it all. Why had those, like Elyria, the Goddess who had tricked him into servitude, been given so much power, and mortals like him, so little. It was somewhat debatable if sleeping with a Goddess of your own volition qualified as being 'tricked', but it was no doubt true that it was that act which had bound him to her as one of her many mortal servants. She had used her God-given powers to take his soul and makes it hers to control at the exact moment when he was at his weakest. The moment of completion of their union as man and woman. What Baj called the completion of their union as man and woman, most called orgasm and ejaculation, but he had been raised in the land of Cleves where the use of such crude language was simply not acceptable, and his embarrassment whenever Elyria would speak in such crass terms never failed to amuse her. She could sense his thoughts through their bond and thus always knew exactly what he felt, and exactly about what he was thinking, even as he slept. Of course, there were some gaps which Baj had learned to exploit to his advantage over the years, but they were minimal, and he had been forced to deal with the fact of another person, a woman no less, crawling around in his head at all times. Constantly judging and evaluating him, and finding him lacking in almost all respects, as she never failed to remind him. In fact however, it was quite the opposite. Elyria found the human fascinating for reasons she could never explain. She derived a secret thrill whenever she did probe his mind, a thing which she only did on very rare occasions, and only when, in her judgement, the need was great. There were ample reasons to question the wisdom of her judgement, nevertheless, this was a secret that she kept from Baj, along with her true feelings. She hid those behind a veneer of verbal humiliations, put downs, and an attitude of latent superiority which never ceased to irritate the fire out of him. Somehow he had managed to keep a few secrets locked away in his mind just out of her reach, and he knew she knew it too, and this fact drove the Goddess to the brink or fury on several occasions resulting in severe mental punishments for him. She could make him feel pain, great pain when she so desired, but also immense pleasure. And she used both to manipulate him and all her servants to great effect. But of all her manservants, Baj was her most favored, most cursed he would say, to any of the others that would listen.
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Jasmine is a light skin colored girl with a long dark hair and a very charming face. Jasmine was invited for a YouTube video shoot which she got dressed for. She wore a mini dress and a long heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and she was ready for the shoot. As she walked into the studio all eyes where at Jasmine but in all that she walked in confidently with a smile on her face.
Conde MariamPublished 5 days ago in Chapters- Content WarningAI-Generated
Whispers of Love Lost: A Tale of Sacrifice and Remorse
In a remote village nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, where opportunities were as scarce as the rarest gemstones, I found myself yearning for more. The limitations of our small community weighed heavily on my aspirations, compelling me to seek education beyond the confines of our rustic abode. With no college in sight, I made the bold decision to embark on a journey to the bustling city, where dreams seemed more attainable and possibilities boundless.
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Salience
Chapter 4: Death From Above There Acher stood, the door to his back staring at him in anger at his escape. If it had arms it would drag him back into its depths. His shirt became sticky from his blood loss finding that the blood had seemed to slow down significantly or completely. It was hard to tell with the lights out and the house filled with a different darkness than the basement jail. To his left was the disheveled bathroom with the most vile smell burning his nostrils. He slowly crept towards it squeezing his body as flat as he could against the wall. Nothing and no one was present though something eerie stood out in his mind about the bath. The curtain was drawn and through the cracks, you could see that nothing was inside yet something told him that something was lying in it. His hand stretched out towards the curtain and when he touched the curtain he withdrew his hand. Something more than instinct told him not to. He left quickly and as silently as he could. The kitchen held not a single germ or item out of place. So clean that the moonlight that crept through slits shined brilliantly and Acher could see his reflection.
Murry HaithcockPublished 9 days ago in Chapters - AI-Generated
Top 10 Tips to Craft Your Compelling Novel
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Sherif SaadPublished 9 days ago in Chapters A Purr-fect Day: The Imaginary 9-to-5 Adventures of My Cat
In the bustling world of imagination, where the ordinary transcends into the extraordinary, let’s take a whimsical journey into the daily grind of my cat’s imaginary 9-to-5 job. While most felines spend their days napping in sun-drenched patches or chasing elusive shadows, in this fantastical realm, my cat dons a metaphorical tie and ventures into the bustling world of corporate chaos.
Alexander MensahPublished 10 days ago in ChaptersA Farewell Beneath the City Lights
The Long Goodbye in the City That Never Sleeps "Never hire a gambler to guard your money," the boss warned, his stern eyes boring into mine. "Bring him back tomorrow, with a clear head, and I'll consider giving him another chance."
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She moved her head up to the sky and stared keenly at the flying object. “He might be on that plane,” she said pointing to the airplane up in the sky. Sitting outside her tiny messed up room in Lajpat Nagar, she could not help think about him. “You have gone too far, but are still with me coz, you don't lie outside but within me”, she wrote in her lovely little notebook as a drop of tear fell on it. Avanti loved writing poetry and Dev was her inspiration, her muse. She found her words in him. He was her fiction. He was her truth.
Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 2: SEEDA Orange light rolled over the wet green hills east of Ayutaya as the morning’s first rays snuck through the final remnants of a storm limping after the night. The new sun struck the peak of the King’s Tower where Phra Ram diligently edited and reedited the plans for the Great Gathering as he had done for the previous three fulmoons. Sweeping layered roofs with gold gilding and upturned corners reflected the light into beams crisscrossing the palace compound. Outside the walls, morning mist covering Kandala’s capital city coalesced into warm dewdrops, and the inhabitants slowly emerged from their cool slumber to the heat of the Yellow Lands’ shores.
Jeffrey ScottPublished 11 days ago in Chapters- Content Warning
Descent: Part Nine
Around us, the inky darkness muttered. Grinding choking sounds, like sharp stones being scrapped across glass, crept out of the shadows beyond the flare of my flashlight to wrap around my brain. I knew what the beasts looked like now, their grey-scaled, almost human faces surrounded me in my mind’s eye, growing steadily closer, clawed, webbed hands grasped at me.
Alexander McEvoyPublished 11 days ago in Chapters