Adventure

The Bones of the Matter
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga. We've learned Colt's secret, and now the companions prepare for their journey into Hell.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Your Memories Were Sold to the Highest Bidder?
The bidding began at midnight. In a sleek, chrome-paneled room somewhere deep beneath the ruins of what used to be Chicago, men and women in expensive suits clicked their virtual paddles as images flickered across a wall-sized screen. The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the air like a machine-generated chant: “Lot 244. Childhood. Age range: 6 to 10. Vivid. Intact. Unfiltered. Starting bid: 250,000 credits.”
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
I Tried a 30-Day Digital Detox—But Something Was Watching Me Offline
I Thought My Brain Needed a Break The internet was burning me out. TikTok loops. Doom scrolling. Emails at midnight. So, I committed: 30 days offline. No phone. No laptop. No smart anything.
By Sohanur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
I Rented a Cabin in the Woods to Escape My Life—But I Wasn’t Alone
I Just Wanted Silence I booked the cabin through a no-frills website that promised privacy, seclusion, and no cell reception—exactly what I was looking for after the worst month of my life.
By Sohanur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Prince
Long ago, in the gilded kingdom of Valmere, there lived a prince who was as bold as he was curious. His name was Prince Elian Thorne, though few ever spoke it. He was known simply as the Prince-a title gilded in ceremony, yet hollowed by isolation.
By Emma Adeabout a year ago in Fiction
A hidden door in a castle leads to a kingdom made of glass
The wind howled as twilight fell over Castle Edevane, its jagged towers looming over the cliffs like the bones of a sleeping giant. Few dared to step foot in the place, abandoned as it was for over three centuries. They said it was cursed, that the echoes of the past wandered the stone halls, searching for warmth and memory.
By Emma Adeabout a year ago in Fiction
Awakened Wojira and Trouble
Mira lived in a calm and friendly village at the edge of a lush, green and still forest. It was a place where nothing interesting happened, and a place where people carried out the same monotonous routine every day. Mira spent her days collecting wood for the warm and homey fire, and fishing. Her life was predictable, not adventurous or thrilling, but at least it was safe, which is what she thought until Wojira struck.
By Ankitaa Arun💕about a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Versus possibly the most Deadly, Implacable, Foe yet.... Administrative Paperwork.
The trouble started the moment Dodge Tanner walked into Wayfinder Headquarters, the air thick with the scent of old parchment, ink, and the faint, oppressive musk of mind-numbing misery. He had joked, on more than one occasion—that paperwork was a blight upon the world, a slow-acting poison that emptied the brain & drained the soul with every quill stroke. Today, however, he was not joking.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
The Baker Who Discovers Her Cakes Can Control People’s Dreams
In the heart of the sleepy town of Windmere stood a little bakery called Sugar & Spell, nestled between a forgotten antique shop and a florist who only sold white roses. Owned by an unassuming woman named Elira Bell, the shop had become a local favorite. Not just because her cakes were delicious, but because they made you feel… different.
By Emma Adeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Woman Who Challenged the Odds: A True Story of Perseverance
In a quiet village tucked between dusty hills and winding roads, lived a woman whose strength could not be measured by muscle, but by heart, will, and unshakable determination. Her name was Amina — a name that would one day inspire not only her community, but people across the country.
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Fiction
Doose's Last Performance, Part 3
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga, and the final installment of three about Doose's Last Performance. For my part, given an opportunity to comment on these events irrespective of the Narrator's snark, I'd like to point out that I understand the need for gentility and compassion, but I am often left to wonder: where's the compassion for those who must step in and do the right thing when everything goes wrong? Again, I ask: Who saves the sacrifice?
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 3
The ocean murmured just beyond the glass as Mara stood in the bookshop’s backroom, the letter from her grandmother still clutched in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the final line:
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction