Adventure
The Invisible Presence
At the edge of the woods, the ancient cottage stood by itself, encircled by overgrown shrubs and long grasses that, when the wind picked up, murmured secrets. Mira's grandma had inexplicably died a few months prior, leaving her with the cottage.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets from the Under Realm. Content Warning.
Bret shot awake in a fight-or-flight grasp that gave him nothing to attack and no direction on the cliffside shelf to run. He hit his head hard on the fender on his way to the feet and let out a groan that jolted Vince, but he remained motionless. The Suburban was upside down. This forced his eyes upward to the fog. Where could the peak they come from, he thought. If he gave it a thorough guess without the tools of his reasoning skills, the drop was four--five hundred feet before the fog started, practically cloud cover without an ounce of visible sky. That’s not possible, he thought. “Cynthia!” he yelled on his way back to the surprisingly structurally sound vehicle gently placed in the rugged, loose gravel, merely shattering the windows. Helping her up, seeing her scraped but barely bruised, they were left in a state of rising anxiety over the anomaly granted to them. Vince had been thrown to the edge of the shelf, overlooking what possible cause for smoke lay at the bottom of the valley. Still buried in consistent fog with familiar-ish shingles piercing the vail and a steeple in the distance further in the opposite direction, from his defeated position, he saw the zig then zag then zig again of a path down. They varied from San Fran. to salt flats. Artie climbed off the underside of the truck, camera in hand, and pointed it everywhere, assuming he was the first to film the underworld.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon & the Moon. AI-Generated.
The village of Eldermoor sat nestled between two mountain ranges, where the sky hung heavy with stars each night, and the air shimmered with the whispers of old legends. The people believed that dragons were nothing more than myth, tales told to children to keep them in bed, a remnant of a forgotten past.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The King Eternal Monarch
Prologue Amidst the hustle and bustle of Seoul, there is a secret that is invisible to most people. Behind the hustle and bustle of modern life, in a hidden corner, lies a magical portal that connects two different worlds—the real world and the majestic kingdom. On one side, King Lee Gon, a man born to rule, is caught in the tension between good and evil. On the other side, Jeong Tae-eul, a tenacious detective, fights to uphold justice in a world filled with darkness.
By Garuda Cipta Kreasinusa2 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Goblin God
Tales of fearless explorers, strong gods, and great heroes abound in the realm of dark fantasy. However, the plot of "From Goblin to Goblin God" takes a surprising turn by concentrating on a goblin, one of the most unimportant creatures in fantasy mythology. As the protagonist of this comic ascends from the lowest echelons of the food chain to something even more terrifying—a Goblin God—it challenges all we know about goblins and takes us on a wild, horrific trip.
By Jawad Ahmad2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Story in Halloween Town
The moon hung low over Halloweentown, casting an eerie glow over the twisted rooftops and crooked tombstones. Jack Skellington wandered the foggy streets, the crisp night air rustling through his pinstriped suit. As the Pumpkin King, he had long found solace in the shadows, yet tonight, a strange feeling clawed at him. It was not dread or fear, but an unsettling restlessness that made the chill cut deeper into his bones.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets from the Under Realm
The river ran backward on the day the Queen Vanished. No one wanted it to be true; however, some of her subjects saw nothing but the waning of a king befuddled by the prophesized bringer of calamity. Kings are often attacked, threatened, hell, they may even be killed. But to witness the fragile truth of mother nature’s bottomless potential in the field of the ungodly, icy, uncivil revenge added to a marshy truce humanity maintained in hubris. Take everything down to their spirits, and you still can’t salvage the drowned eyes in the torrent of sadness. It was written that this land would know new rule and the people will prosper for an era or three. Then again, some bushes blocked the sign to Aqua Sulfur Pit once fell to loose dirt, so new inductees may begin coming in abundance if they survive the transition. To the last influential folk to get the right kind of loss, not that they had time to argue, must know the mage or be the light for the Green Jay to follow the air of destiny.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
