Fantasy
The Cave Part 25
Having decided now as the best time to contact Tharkin by the ring which he had given me for communication, I stared at it hard, trying to perceive any flicker of inner fire in the center of the red faceted stone. The hermit had not said what was required for the use of the ring's power, and it infuriated me now that I had not asked. I wore it on my right hand, astride the index finger. I decided to speak to it, hoping that would trigger the magic. It did not. Finally in frustration, I tried taking it off and on, rotating around the finger, but nothing I did seemed to work. My last try was to wipe the red gemstone, for it appeared slightly smudged and it wouldn't hurt to clean it at the same time. Then, a sudden flash of light winked from within the red depths.
By Jamye Sharp2 months ago in Chapters
Violet Odyssey: Chapter 10
As I passed by the skywalk overlooking the lobby, a number of uniformed faces locked onto me from below. The security detail in the atrium had increased significantly. Hands tightened around rifles as a pack of combat-dressed soldiers muttered to one another, too far below for me to hear. But their gestures in my direction weren’t comforting.
By Thomas Speer2 months ago in Chapters
Morning Stars. Top Story - August 2026.
“I said I wanted a realm of my own for those who didn’t fit perfectly in the rules of Truth. I conspired with Dream to create the Spirit, Perspective. After offering the hands of my beloved brother to Perspective, she gained the ability to add additional meanings to names. Under my guidance, Perspective used that new gift to turn my beloved brother’s body into our glorious realm. A realm untouched by Truth, Life, or Dream. Our home, The Realm Without A Sky. Our Underworld!”
By Christopher Shavers2 months ago in Chapters
The Cave Part 24
"Bjardon is the name! Pleased to meet you!" the orc thundered, a naturally gregarious personality I saw at once. With one swift movement, he had pulled back a chair next to him, and urged me to take a seat. A brief glance led me to believe he was a merchant by profession, well tailored traveling clothes suggested enough money to be comfortable. In my past life, I would have considered him briefly as a target for theft. However, just as quickly I would have decided against it, for he was at least seven feet tall and towered over me when he rose up from his seat to give a courtly bow.
By Jamye Sharp2 months ago in Chapters
