Adventure
Zombies in the Forest
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story I was having a nightmare. “Where do the dead grow, Twigly,” a nasty looking, moldy tree zombie asked me. It’s sharp teeth then extended and it hissed and ran after me and bit into my wood. I woke up screaming.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Within the Neverending Woods
After the three days I spent in the barn as a "guest" of O-wen the Owl, the bad weather had come and past, and it was safe for me to continue my journey into the Neverending Woods. It had rained that third day, so when I awoke, the air was crisp with the smell of the trees, with a light foggy haze hovering the ground. The sun had yet to show itself, but was slightly blurred behind the morning clouds.
By william u cowser3 years ago in Fiction
Runemaster 6. Top Story - April 2024.
(Click here to read the previous chapter) Aden awoke to the sound of many voices shouting, and as he wiped away the grogginess of sleep from his eyes, he realized they were all calling his name. What's going on? he thought, How long was I asleep?
By Mark Stone3 years ago in Fiction
The Isle of Whispers
In the vast expanse of the Great Sea, shrouded in mist and mystery, there existed a legendary island known only as the Isle of Whispers. Its very existence was whispered among sailors, a tale passed down through generations of seafarers who spoke of a place where time danced to a different tune, where dreams wove themselves into reality, and where the boundaries between the mundane and the magical blurred into obscurity.
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
The Portal to Enchantment
In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there stood an ancient oak tree rumored to hold a secret. Its gnarled branches reached toward the sky like outstretched fingers, and its roots delved deep into the earth, anchoring the tree in a place where time seemed to slow.
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
A Fallen Acorn
There is an old but wise saying about the distance an acorn can fall from the mighty oak that dropped it. The truth is that oak trees don’t drop their acorns. They do not really fall. They are placed on the ground. The spot where it lands is picked in advance. It is a well-known fact that there are those who will carry the acorn to new places. For the most part, it is a nearby location, chosen by the Oak to honor the family line. Some, however, for more nefarious reasons, will take the acorn to far-off places, bringing harm to everything the Oak stands for. Everybody knows the extent a parent will go to protect their children. This is a story about exactly that.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Beating Heart
Sicily | 1943 “Start at the beginning,” Rosalie said. “Soon after we arrived in Malta, we were kidnapped outside of a post office by a squadron of German and Italian soldiers - led by Nazi scientist and SS officer, Ulrich Kitzler and his bounty hunter - former German assassin - Nadine Holzer. They wanted the violin, and what we were smuggling inside of it. Our mission was to pass it along to a top-secret, international group of geological scientists who were embedded in Cyprus. Their existence was created to combat the occult, inappropriate, and world-dominating scientific expeditions of Hitler’s Nazi scientists. Luckily, the day before we were captured, we were able to mail the violin back to Canicatti.”
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
