Adventure
The Soul Tree
There is a tree. It's a big tree. It looks like any other tree. It's big, been around for centuries, probably. It's not in any special sanctuary or marked by any particular qualities that make it stand out. It's just a plain, old, everyday, normal-looking tree. I've been to that tree. That tree is not a normal tree.
By Xanthe Mattheys3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Soul
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers stretched towards the heavens and the streets thrummed with the rhythm of life, there lived a young woman named Maya. At first glance, Maya seemed like any other person navigating the urban landscape, with her bright smile and cheerful demeanor. But behind that façade lay a shadow, a darkness that seemed to swallow her whole.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Mad anti-heroes!!
Ringgg!Ringgg!Ringgg!Ringgg!Professor Evil’s telephone rang at the most important part of his evil project. He was making a speaking computer and was irritated at the echo of his telephone. He unwillingly picked it up, but realized he was still wearing his mechanic gloves! BOOM! The telephone burst and Professor Evil’s hair was burnt to a crisp!
By Ankitaa Arun💕3 years ago in Fiction
Different Worlds; Same Pressures
Author notes: This is the drafted opening of my new fantasy book. This is the first book I have tried to write where I have a clear vision of the entire character arc and outline. This is my first draft of an opening so any notes are welcomed and encouraged!
By Kevin Newton3 years ago in Fiction
Vedasto's Curse: The Champion
Lorenzo’s calloused thumbs trace the intricate reeded border of the golden coin. The reflection of the sun beams into his tired eyes while he kneels before the fountain. For generations the coin has traded pockets from his great-grandfather to finally be Lorenzo’s boon, however it would be an heirloom no longer. Feelings of guilt are defeated by desperation, and Lorenzo grips the coin with a steely resolve. Despair has run him ragged, stolen his youthfulness; the boy has the burdens of a man, and the scars of one too.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
The Unwavering Friendship
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived two friends named Emily and Alex. They were inseparable since childhood, their bond stronger than the sturdy oak tree in Emily's backyard where they often spent lazy afternoons chatting and dreaming.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
In a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, there stood a cozy old bookstore named "Aurelia's Pages." Its weathered façade told tales of countless stories, its wooden shelves harbored memories of bygone eras, and its scent was a blend of yellowing pages and nostalgia.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of Secrets
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a secret that had been passed down through generations. It was a tale whispered in hushed tones, a story that danced on the edges of reality and myth.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
The Man
Sicily | 1943 Struggling to get the eggs over easy, she found a spatula and began scrambling. Skillfully using one hand, she cracked two more eggs with just her fingers, and added them to the hot skillet. Once the eggs reached her desired fluffiness, she tossed in a few slices of Pecorino cheese she cut from a cheese wheel left out on the counter top. Watching it melt, she used her spatula to mix the gooey magic together until the blend met her standards.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
