Fantasy
SHE DID IT AGAIN
Anya was not a normal girl at all. She was a problem-solver, a dreamer, and a doer. Her latest adventure began with a simple question: "Why can't our school have a rooftop garden?" Mrs. Patel, her teacher, said it was a fantasy. 'A rooftop garden?' In this city? "with all the pollution?" But Anya had no intention of giving up. She has been researching for hours, drawing up plans and consulting botanists in the area.
By Modupe Shodipo2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
July 4th Phaedra looked around the field. She knew he was here. She could sense his presence, a live spark in a world where everything was dead or dying. Phaedra drew her weapon against her will, her hand trembling. She didn’t want to fight Eldren, but if he pressed her, she might not have a choice.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
June 27th Phaedra walked up to the gates. They were closed, which she didn’t find surprising. The bushes and vining plants were so overgrown on the wrought-iron fence she was a little worried she wouldn’t be able to open the gates. She looked to either side, but all she could see was the length of the fence. The bushes looked to be blackberries, and Phaedra stopped for a moment to have some. When she had last been at Temple, they were small and green, but these looked ripe enough to eat. She groaned as the berries burst with a tart sweetness. Being somewhat dead meant she could eat for pleasure but didn’t need the sustenance. It was frustrating. Aurelius supplied food and drink, but it was nothing like this.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Elemara: The Battle of the Eternal Void
In the world of Elemara, five elemental forces—Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Light—maintain the balance of nature. Each element has a guardian known as an Elemental Wanderer, tasked with preserving harmony. However, a dark force called Void arises, threatening to destroy everything.
By kevin steven2 years ago in Chapters
Birth Marks
Heather, a later teen, lies awake; staring off into the ceiling late at night, contemplating what she saw was a dream or not. Her eyes eroding with fatigue while she continuously stared at the ceiling. Her hands rested gently on her midi nightdress with a fold, feeling the rough fabric of thick sheer underneath them. Heather's eyebrows gently squeezed together as she tried to make sense of it all. Did she eat a poisonous plant by accident when she was having one of her adventures through the woods? Maybe it was her imagination going too far, or maybe she brushed up against something that causes hallucinations. That must be it, right? - there was no possible way that could've been real.
By Noah Lichtenberg2 years ago in Chapters
"Whispers of the Desert Moon
Under the vast expanse of a starry desert sky, Amaan wandered alone, lost in a sea of shimmering sand dunes. The full moon hung low, casting a silvery glow that danced across the sands, making the desert seem almost alive. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and Amaan, exhausted from his search for the missing artifact, stumbled across the endless dunes, his mind heavy with fatigue. He had spent the day in a bustling desert market, asking the villagers for any clues about the artifact stolen from the ancient temple. Yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he found himself lost in the desert, far from the safety of the village. The mysterious desert seemed to stretch on forever, and each dune looked the same as the last, trapping him in a labyrinth of sand and shadows. As Amaan's strength began to wane, he knew he needed to find a place to rest. His eyes scanned the moonlit desert until they fell upon a large, dead tree, its twisted branches reaching out like skeletal arms. The tree's gnarled limbs touched the ground, creating a shelter that offered some protection from the cold night. As he approached, he noticed something—or someone—hiding behind the trunk. In the soft light of the moon, a girl stepped out from behind the tree. Her face, illuminated by the moon's glow, revealed delicate features and large, captivating eyes. She was dressed in a dark, hooded cloak that fell to the ground, her small frame wrapped in shadows. Yet, there was something about her that felt familiar to Amaan, even though he was certain he had never seen her before. "Who are you?" Amaan asked, his voice gentle but curious. "Why are you hiding here?" The girl took a cautious step forward, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "My name is Bushra. I live in the village nearby." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I am a rebel, fighting against the cruel king of our village, Kora. He has enslaved my people, forcing them to work for him, taking everything they have—our food, our lands, our lives. I’m here to help free them." Amaan listened intently as he gathered dry branches from the dead tree, building a small campfire to ward off the cold. The flames crackled to life, casting a warm light that danced across Bushra’s face. As he sat by the fire, something strange happened—a flash of memory that wasn’t his, or at least, not from this life. In his mind's eye, he saw himself and Bushra in a place far more developed than this ancient world. They were sitting together in a cozy parlor, surrounded by modern comforts that didn’t belong to this time. The memory felt vivid, real, yet impossibly out of place. The vision faded as quickly as it came, leaving Amaan confused. He shook his head and looked at Bushra, the familiarity of her presence gnawing at his mind. "I’m Amaan," he finally said, breaking the silence. "I’m here on a mission to recover an artifact stolen from an ancient temple. But... something about you feels like we’ve met before, in another time." Bushra's eyes softened, but she said nothing, simply gazing into the fire. The night grew colder, and Amaan felt a strange connection to her—a bond that transcended time and space. But before he could say more, fatigue overtook him, and he fell into a deep sleep by the fire. As the night wore on, Bushra quietly stood up and walked away from the campfire, disappearing into the desert shadows. The moonlight cast long, eerie shadows over Amaan as he slept, his dreams filled with images of Bushra and the mysterious connection they seemed to share. When dawn broke, Amaan awoke to find the desert bathed in the soft light of the rising sun. The campfire had burned down to embers, and Bushra was nowhere to be seen. But something was different—his hand, which had been wounded the day before, was now completely healed, as if by magic. Puzzled, Amaan stood up, his thoughts consumed by the strange events of the night. The memory of Bushra lingered in his mind, and he felt an inexplicable pull to find her again. Her presence had awakened something deep within him, a feeling that he had known her long before this life. Determined to uncover the truth, Amaan set off into the desert once more, following the faint trail left by Bushra. As he walked, the desert seemed to whisper secrets of the past, of lives lived and lost, of love and betrayal, of dark powers and ancient magic. The sands beneath his feet shimmered with an otherworldly light, and Amaan knew that his journey was far from over. In the distance, the silhouette of a village appeared on the horizon. But as Amaan approached, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking into a world where time itself was unraveling, where the past and future collided, and where the answers to his questions lay hidden in the sands of the mysterious desert. And somewhere, out there in the endless dunes, Bushra was waiting, her fate intertwined with his in ways neither of them could yet understand. As dawn broke, Amaan finally reached the village, relieved to see the small homes bathed in morning light. But the village was eerily silent, with no signs of life. The sense of being watched crept over him, stronger than before. He glanced around and caught a fleeting glimpse of something dark slipping between the buildings. His heart pounded—whatever it was, it had been watching him all along. Amaan knew then that he wasn’t alone. The village, though seemingly peaceful, hid something sinister. As the sun rose, casting long shadows, the unseen presence remained, silently watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.
By Amaan khan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
June 27th Phaedra walked up to the gates. They were closed, which she didn’t find surprising. The bushes and vining plants were so overgrown on the wrought-iron fence she was a little worried she wouldn’t be able to open the gates. She looked to either side, but all she could see was the length of the fence. The bushes looked to be blackberries, and Phaedra stopped for a moment to have some. When she had last been at Temple, they were small and green, but these looked ripe enough to eat. She groaned as the berries burst with a tart sweetness. Being somewhat dead meant she could eat for pleasure but didn’t need the sustenance. It was frustrating. Aurelius supplied food and drink, but it was nothing like this.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
May 17th “We have to get your Sight working better,” Torin said as Phaedra lounged on the bench under the upper deck of the ’ship. She had ducked underneath to get away, not sure what to think. So many thoughts whirled through her mind that she needed a moment to orient herself.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
My learnings as a market researcher
Learning is the only way to move forward, the err to your growth is the belief that you know everything. The beauty of existence lies in challenging your limits, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and performing the tasks that scare you and motivate you to become a better version of yourself. Life has its unique ways of compelling you to embrace the unknown and forging you to uplevel your game.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Eldren felt dizzy as he spied Phae at the edge of town. Merethyl clapped a hand over his mouth before he could call out, and they ducked down. He gritted his teeth as he heard a strange man call her name again as she headed off toward the sound.
By J. Pagaduan2 years ago in Chapters
