Fiction
The Council - Part 2
The next night, I walked to my coven meeting as the full moon rises in the sky. I traveled to the center of town, where a large bonfire crackled. Many witches stand around it shuffling their feet, hands raised toward the flames to keep them warm. No one spoke. I didn’t dare glance toward Dierck or the other Resistance members from our town. Even when the Council isn’t watching, any number of witches would sometimes report on their own coven, just to gain favor with the Council. When everyone has arrived, each coven gathered in a circle. Twelve witches plus the High Sorceress, or Sorcerer in the case of Dierck’s coven, at the head.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Chapters
America Fantastica
In a world where lies take on various forms, deception, hoaxes, and scams are synonymous with malevolence, while the lies we tell ourselves often become our dreams or, more kindly, our delusions. However, the power of creative storytelling can elevate one to the status of a fabulist, and with unwavering dedication, even transcend into the realm of art – what we call fiction.
By Muhammad Mohsin3 years ago in Chapters
Trying Something New. Content Warning.
I gasped, and looked at him. “Was that a Princess Bride reference?” I asked, pulling away to look at him properly. He smiled, and winked at me, I shook my head smiling. “You’re something else.” I said, chuckling lightly. “So are you.” He shot back. “Do you want your sub toasted?” He asked, and I nodded. “Yes please!” I chirped, he nodded. “Why don't you go grab a table for us? I'll order.” He said, quickly pressing his lips into my hair. I chuckled, gently pushing him.
By Raven St. Woode3 years ago in Chapters
Chapter Three
One day, when you were three months old, something happened. The palace yard was quiet, incredibly quiet but for the noise of little children playing around. Their mothers and older siblings had gone to the farm. I had not yet resumed my farm work because the baby princess was just three months old. Six other children had been born to the king. You were a chubby little beauty. You were exceptionally light skinned and ever happy. You used to scream and play with every animal kid or mother who came near her. At only three months you could sit on the mat and was trying to change her position. I was sitting a short distance away washing plates. Queen Mupah was more of sister than a mate. She had seven children and together they helped me on my farm, provided me with food, firewood, and fresh water from the stream.
By Tifuh Awah3 years ago in Chapters
Babylon . Content Warning.
In the heart of Mesopotamia, a region known as the cradle of civilization, there lies a city with a history that stretches back to ancient antiquity. This city is Babylon, a place where I had the unique opportunity to grow up. From its earliest beginnings to its rise as a powerful empire, Babylon has been a living testament to human achievement, innovation, and the intricate interplay of history, culture, and science.
By Alexander jackson3 years ago in Chapters
Shambala Nagara: Unraveling the Mysteries of a Celestial Realm
Introduction Within the tapestry of Hinduism, there exist many enigmatic and mystical elements, and among them, Shambala Nagara stands as a city shrouded in mystery and fascination. The very name evokes images of an otherworldly realm, a hidden sanctuary with profound spiritual significance. This article delves into the captivating mysteries of Shambala Nagara in Hinduism, exploring its elusive origins, its potential existence, and the profound teachings and prophecies associated with it.
By Harika Vaddi3 years ago in Chapters
Blue Diamonds - Chp 7
To start at the beginning go to: https://vocal.media/quick-edit/blue-diamonds-chp-1 Chapter 7 Separating the downstairs bathrooms from the rest of the establishment was a very narrow corridor, it’s nicotine and grime smeared surfaces adorned by pictures of movie and music celebrities from past and present. Elvis Presley in bespangled sunglasses, darkly slicked back hair so smooth it appeared plastic, smiled beatifically across at a black and white Marilyn Monroe holding down the front of her dress as air currents tried to reveal what Joe DiMagio was so familiar with. Next to Marilyn, occupying his own frame while radiating a charisma that made the actor seem like the king of all he looked upon, Humphrey Bogart regarded the urine smelling corridor with a bemused expression as if the goings on of the drinking public were of no mind to someone so focused. The corridor itself was so narrow that only one person could traverse the confining space at a time. When Julie and Eric exited their respective bathrooms at the same time, the two collided under the bemused gaze of the Big Bopper. Eric, blood singing after getting his own snowy fix, looked down at the glossy brown-haired girl and smiled - his penis stirring in turgid response to the breasts bobbing so invitingly by his own chest. He had never thought to be this close to another girl while at the same club as his on again off again girlfriend, Pam. Admittedly, Pam was a hot piece of ass, but this little girl was so soft it made Eric hard with want. Eric’s hand, seemingly of its own volition, went automatically to the girl’s hip. “So, tell me now lovely, how do you like the music?” he said, neck tilting to the right as he took in the luscious swell of perfect breasts. His hand cradled the curve of a thigh, just grazing a piece of buttock, then slowly inched its way up, brushing against the soft swell of the girl’s breast, before cradling her head in his hand. Flustered and unsure, Julie looked up and recognition hit him. Eric’s smile faltered a fraction, until something caught his eye and an outrageous idea came to mind. “Why hello there, Julie. You have something there,” he said pointing. “Do you mind if I get that for you?”
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Chapters
