Adventure
A Lark's Song
Silence lurked…. No birdsong. No crickets chirping. No wind rustling the trees. Dense fog choked the village. Alouette trudged, gathering herbs along the darkened trail. Her elixirs helped Father’s hacking cough. Hands, cracked and bleeding, ached from washing and wringing sheets. Life was hard… but Father’s was harder… stooped from hours toiling in the royal gardens for the demanding Empressa Evilina.
By Cathy Schieffelinabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of Success
In a world that celebrates loud achievements, viral moments, and flashy milestones, success often seems like something dramatic—something you have to shout from the rooftops. But real success, the kind that transforms lives and builds legacies, often begins with a whisper. The whisper of success isn’t found in applause or attention. It’s born in quiet mornings, lonely hours, private efforts, and invisible battles. It’s the decision to try again when no one’s watching. It’s found in subtle choices, like reading instead of scrolling, listening instead of reacting, and persisting instead of quitting.
By aadam khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner: The Boy Who Cried 'Fish'!: (The Battle of Lake Hearth)
Dodge Tanner had fished near every inch of the placid waters of Lake Hearth since he was old enough to hold a rod, but nothing, nothing, had prepared him for his unexpected confrontation with Grandfather Trout.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Left the Moon Behind
I was the last man to set foot on the Moon. Not because we stopped going, but because no one ever came back after me. It was called the Prometheus Project. A private venture boasting billion-dollar tech, cutting-edge suits, and more AI than any one person should trust. And I'm a washed-up astronaut with nothing left to lose. My wife had passed from cancer, my son no longer spoke to me, and my name had faded from every headline. Prometheus offered what I thought was redemption. -Or at least an escape.
By peter thoithiabout a year ago in Fiction
Deportations and a Pandemic
Imagine that everything you ever believed in all came to a halt – in just one day. A full twenty-four hours, and that was what the outcome of the deportation had caused. Geraldo didn’t see it coming, and neither did any of the other four men who had been carted away by angry ICE agents who didn’t seem to care whether they scraped them up all along their arms as they drug them toward their detention van. Totaling five, Geraldo still hadn’t gotten any clear answers as to why they’d been detained.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Expatrianas Histories - In the Image of the Gods
“If it isn’t the Goddess of peace and love, Elyria.” Elyria immediately recognized the voice that had spoken as coming from the God Loki. The arrogant tone dripping with condensation always made her skin crawl and she scowled as she replied. “Hello Loki, God of fools and circus clowns. I am surprised to see you alone. If you have left your whorefriend Aphrodite to her own devices in your absence, you will want to pick up some new bed sheets for you will surely find your own fouled with a preponderance of manseed upon your return home. Just because Zeus commanded me to allow you to join us does not mean I must converse with you. Say what you will, then be gone from my presence.” “Now, now Elyria. You are certainly in a mood today. I was just talking with your favorite little mortal slave Baj Expatrianas, and he was telling me some very interesting stories about you. Well, not exactly telling me. I was pulling them from his puny human mind.” Elyria turned and stared directly in the eyes of Loki, her own eyes ablaze, a glow could be seen outlining her entire form. It flickered and crackled like blue fire. When she spoke, her words had an edge of steel and carried a real threat of violence. “If you hurt him Loki, you will meet one of my Elyrian spears up close and personal as the guest of honor at a recreation of one of Demon Drakula’s feasts.” Loki laughed at that, infuriating the Goddess even more. “You will not find life nearly as amusing with the tip of my spear inserted through your backside and protruding out of your mouth as you dangle over my breakfast.” she spat and the fire around her form grew even brighter. “Hold Goddess Elyria. I meant no offense and I laid not a finger on your manservant. He is uninjured. Besides I dare not have touched him with his two feline protectors lurking about. His familiars Mythos and Ethos are highly favored among their kind. I have no wish to find myself their enemy as to be an enemy of the cats is to not be long for this plane of existence.”
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Future Turns Against Us
A haunting reflection on our world disguised as entertainment What if your phone judged you? What if your memories could be replayed, paused, or erased? These aren’t just questions—they’re nightmares brought to life in Black Mirror, a show that doesn’t ask for your attention but demands your soul. With its eerily plausible technologies and morally gut-wrenching twists, Black Mirror drags us into futures so familiar they could be now. And that’s what makes it terrifying. If you think this is just another sci-fi series, think again. Black Mirror is a mirror, cracked and cruel, held up to the darkest parts of our humanity.
By Bubble Chill Media about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 5
The next morning, Mara brought the journal to the shop early, cradling it as if it might crumble under too much light. She had barely slept, her mind tangled in the beautiful, aching lines of her grandmother’s secret love story.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
