Adventure
Shadows in Velvet - Part 2
The House of Falling Stars looked like something stitched from the dreams of an opium-drunk tailor. Its three towers leaned in opposing directions like dancers caught mid-spin. The walls were made of pale pink stone imported from some ruined temple in the east, veined with gold and soft to the touch. Water spilled in silent sheets down the front façade, catching the light of the sunrise in a thousand fractured colors. And on the threshold, etched above a set of polished blackwood doors, were the words: What you reveal, we record. What you hide, we sell.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Monkey King’s Rebellion: China’s Most Badass Myth
1. The Birth of a Legend A rock got pregnant. Yes, really. On a mountain top, a magical stone absorbed the power of the sun and moon—until BOOM!—it cracked open, and out jumped a monkey with glowing golden eyes.
By sherryshenabout a year ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 1
The city of Verashtel didn’t sleep. It dreamed. Gilded bridges arched over canals where swan-headed gondolas glided silently, their lanterns glowing in shades of rose-gold and sea-glass green. Perfumed smoke curled from rooftop hookahs. Courtesans and spies wore mirrored masks that shimmered with spells to hide their true faces. Even the moon, pale and proud above the city’s spires, seemed half-masked behind silver clouds.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
Part One: Manifestation
Me and my husband left Winter Park, Florida back in the summer of 2012 due to him making the decision to drop out of college. He wasn’t having fun in the film degree in Florida. With no money left, being that we were living off of his financial aid, we moved back to Houston, Texas with his mom. We were living in his old bedroom that was never meant to be a bedroom. It was built to be a dining room. So, we had curtains in the doorway between the kitchen and the bedroom and between the hallway and the bedroom. Before he was married to me, he never had any curtains in his bedroom for privacy.
By Rachel Velezabout a year ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 13
“What would you like to talk about, Commander Shepherd?” Max chuckled at the girl in front of him. They were hardly on formal terms, considering she was the victim of something horrible and he’d treated her like she was in protective custody rather than a suspect. Now, as he challenged her to a one-on-one, she was formalizing how she addressed him with some umph behind her tone.
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Chapters
