Adventure
Berganashio - Chapter 16
South from where the sea-wolf ship was at anchor, near where the meerbirds burrow lands were, there grew olive trees. Haniel was one of the olive trees. Every year his branches grew stronger. He was a healthy, handsome looking olive tree as far as trees go. He felt grateful to have been raised by humble, gracious parents. They had instilled many good qualities in him. He possessed a kind soul. They had filled his mind with the best of adages and stories. He had grown up on the edge of a riverbank. He knew that his roots needed the sweet water that faithfully flowed by every day without fail. Each season, the sweet water remained his source of strength.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 15
“Bry, for the dozenth time… please stop flopping around so much!” Pori was trying to keep little Bry from falling off her back and he wasn’t helping much. Pori was still not keen on the whole idea of poking holes in the the sea-wolf’s ship. “I think this is a big mistake… Something tells me that our parents would have a better plan here.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Polk
Layers of overgrown black ivy vines popped and snapped as the encrusted door creaked open. A small, red, oval-shaped dog toy with large eyes and a busted squeaker instructed the rest of the group to avoid making contact with the poisonous plant. After describing the details of the unbearable rash that lasted for days if the black ivy touched you, everyone passed through the door’s dangerous threshold with the utmost caution and delicacy.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Queen Mother
Large fangs snapped at the stale air around us, intensifying with every slap of the blue whip against its hairy hide. The dark sock moaned and growled inaudible commands at the spider, aggravating the beast until it lunged for my throat with its eight legs.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Forest
One crisp autumn morning, a young woman named Elara decided to uncover the truth. She was known for her adventurous spirit, often exploring the world beyond the village. With her auburn hair flowing like autumn leaves and her emerald eyes sparkling with curiosity, Elara was determined to solve the mystery of the Whispering Forest.
By Mohid Joiya2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Windmere Returns
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That was commonly known lore throughout the kingdom of Windmere. None of the Elders knew where it came from, just that it was something that happened a long time ago. Their current queen, Ashland, believed it was her great-great grandmother who disappeared.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Sentinels of the Arcane. AI-Generated.
The mountain winds howled fiercely as the party made their final approach to the Forbidden Library. For centuries, the library had been lost, hidden among jagged peaks and treacherous paths, spoken of only in hushed whispers by scholars and treasure hunters.
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Fiction
Summer's End
¶ The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was the one good thing that happened that day. The leaf-shaped boat was tossed in the spray, pulled backwards up waterfalls and rapids. Puck held on for dear life, swinging the oar to and fro. He avoided rocks and rounded bends that seemed MUCH sharper going the wrong way. The spray drenched his green travelling cloak, and he hunched over the fragile little bundle wrapped against his chest, desperate to keep it dry. He sung soft nonsense words, too distracted with surviving to think up a proper lullaby. He hushed and crooned, trying to sooth the baby as it wailed shrilly enough to shame a banshee! He heaved on the oar as he saw another inverted waterfall up ahead, and desperately tried to shield the baby from the spray!
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Isle
The wind howled through the crumbling stone towers of Arkenmoor Isle, a desolate place abandoned for centuries. Few dared to speak of it, and fewer still ventured near its shores. Legend told of a great kingdom that once thrived there, until one night, it vanished without a trace. The island became a hushed whisper, a shadow lurking in the corner of maps. But for Mara, it was more than a forgotten place. It was the key to her family's curse.
By Awais Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Promise. AI-Generated.
I first saw him standing under the flickering glow of a weathered lamppost, just outside the old university library. He wasn’t particularly striking, but the word intriguing kept resurfacing in my thoughts. His dark hair was tousled, not by design but by the wind, and he wore a simple gray trench coat that seemed almost anachronistic in the busy, modern city. His gaze was fixed on something distant, something beyond the reality that the rest of us were moving through. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, though I assumed he was just another lost soul in the city, perhaps a student or a late-night reader who had spent too long in the musty aisles of the library.
By Awais Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
The Quantum Keeper. AI-Generated.
Dr. Eliana Vance stared at the shimmering, microscopic orb floating in her lab. Her heart raced as she realized the implications of her discovery. Every decision, every choice made across the multiverse, created a new micro-universe within a cell somewhere. And she, through an inexplicable quirk of quantum entanglement, could access them.
By Vedant Rajput2 years ago in Fiction
