Adventure

The Red Mage and the Thief
The Emberlight Covenant The city of Jeuno rose from the cliffs like a dream of white stone, its spires tipped in banners that swayed in the salt wind. Bridges as narrow as a dagger’s edge arched over the chasms between towers and the streets hummed with the life of a hundred nations. Traders hawking wares from desert caravans and smiths hammering sparks into fresh-forged steel; wandering minstrels singing in tongues from the farthest reaches of Vana’diel.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Almost of Her. Winner in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Zelma’s hair is the color of honey when the light hits it just right. Not the raw kind, but golden and warm, the kind you find in glass jars on corner store shelves, glowing under cheap fluorescent bulbs. Her skin reminds you of the color of the sun, almost like the warmest day yet crisp day in Autumn. But her face semi broad nose, full lips, almond eyes with matching mono-lids whispers a different story. People never know what to make of her.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
I Mistook a Mannequin for a Real Person — In Front of Everyone. AI-Generated.
There are embarrassing moments, and then there are the kind that haunt you at 2 AM years later. Mine falls solidly into the second category. It’s the kind of story I didn’t think I’d ever share, but here I am — confessing to the world, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone out there has done something equally ridiculous.
By Ajay Vishwakarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Birdie the Dragon Cat
Birdie the Dragon Cat was not particularly keen on hatching dragons. She’d rarely been around any save for her own mirrored reflections, and even that wasn’t very enticing. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t like the rest, who were more dragon than not. Whose bright idea was it anyways to mix the two? Her puffy, face with its pesky whiskers, short stout legs and rosy paws confused all the others from the litter. Others for whom had fewer feline qualities with catlike faces and portly dragon bodies. Some even sprouted wings and breathed fire if they were lucky. They didn’t know what to do with the tiny dragon cat who was more cat than dragon. In fact, the only thing dragon-like about Birdie the Dragon Cat was a small patch of emerald green scales along the tip of her spine and a spiky tail, but even those were covered in patches of silver fur.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
The Midnight Breakout
Vesper wakes up to the sound of the morning bell and gets dressed in two layers. They make sure the grey regulatory uniform conceals the set beneath.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Great Goat Escape*
In the quiet village of Chamakpur, where the days passed like slow-moving clouds and the loudest sound was usually the rooster’s morning call, one creature had a talent for turning calm into comedy: Bakri No. 47.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Mysterious Suitcase*
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in the village of Nangal, the kind where even the chickens seemed to yawn in slow motion. Shabir, the tea stall owner, wiped down his counter with a faded cloth, the kettle humming softly beside him. That’s when he saw it—a black suitcase, sitting upright on the wooden bench outside his shop, as if it had been waiting for someone important.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Father Figure I Never Expected
1. The First Punch I found Mac’s Gym because it smelled like my father. Liniment, sweat, and something bitter underneath—like old rage. I was fourteen, knuckles split from punching my bedroom wall after Dad’s latest "discipline session."
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
A Strange Shop in a Forgotten Village In the heart of a fog-veiled village, nestled between a forgotten bakery and an abandoned tailor’s shop, stood a curious little storefront with a creaky wooden sign that read:
By Echoes by Shafi--about a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira (Part II)
Salar got no sleep that night. His head filled with tales from the gold book. The kings of bright stars, ships that sailed the skies with no wings, and a flower that lived for a long life—it all seemed like a dream. But the book was real. It felt big in his hands. Full of real tales.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira
A boy, age twelve, was named Salar Sikandar. He lived near the big hills. His mind was full of big thoughts & his heart knew no fear. He liked to look around, read old books, & hear his grandpa's tales. His top tale was one of lost towns & old myths.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
Doctor Who: 'The Parting of the Ways' is One of the Darkest Episodes that Features Multiple Deaths
Doctor Who has continued to surprise me with random dark moments I am not expecting to occur in several episodes. One of the darkest episodes is the finale of the 9th doctor, who is trying to destroy the last of an alien race known as the Daleks, once and for all. They had murdered his people, and he vowed avenge on them once he realized they were still alive.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Fiction