Adventure
The Whispering Woods
The ironwood gates groaned open, a bone-chilling sound filling the air. Elara, a young wood elf with eyes the color of moss, felt a shiver run down her spine. The Whispering Woods were not a welcoming place. Ancient and mysterious, they held secrets older than time itself. The tree's whispers were beautiful yet laced with a sense of icy indifference. Elara gripped the leather satchel tightly, its contents weighing heavily on her shoulders. Within it, the Elderwood seed pulsed with a haunting emerald light—a burden and a hope.
By Yakise Raphael Etim3 years ago in Fiction
The Battle of Kasarus
Camus The Great is standing in the heart of the Forest of Kasarus with his three fellow swordsmen: Marius, Ardeth and Antioch. The four swordsmen are awaiting the army of Syranus Camédes. Marius, Ardeth and Antioch are nervous as the army is only minutes away from approach. Camus, on the other hand is very calm and collective. It as if he is not awaiting certain death, but paradise and bliss.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Lighthouse
# The Forgotten Lighthouse Once upon a time, on the rugged coast of **Stormhaven**, there stood a lighthouse. Its whitewashed walls bore the scars of countless tempests, and its beacon had guided sailors safely home for generations. But now, the lighthouse was forgotten.
By Akira Kota3 years ago in Fiction
The Realm of Forgotten Dreams
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and ancient forests, lies a hidden secret known only to a select few—the entrance to the Realm of Forgotten Dreams. For generations, the townsfolk have whispered tales of a mystical realm where dreams come to life, but few have dared to seek it out.
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
Rolling Hills | Part 2
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie dropped her arms and immediately began pursuing Garret - frequently looking back to see if she needed to fire her weapon. They made it to the next patch of trees, except this grouping was bare, and appeared dead from lack of water. It wasn’t a suitable position to take cover behind, which they quickly realized when bullets began tearing up the deadwood.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The whispered whimsy of seashells
Amethyst sat by the seashore staring far into the distance, looking with eyes that saw not the present, but the not so distant past. The long ago past blended with the illusion of time, warping the memories, as if bending time in refracted rays of nostalgia. She held the seashell to her ear and listened to the voices of those beyond the confines of her sentient world. What was out there that lived and thrived, where everything existed without the inevitable connection one to another. Independent beings roamed wild out there, each having a mind of their own.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction








