Adventure
Wisp of Kinship
Once in the fantastical realm of Eldoria, where the skies painted stories in vibrant strokes and the ground whispered secrets to those who listened, Lumina, a luminescent orb of joy, floated through the air. Her ethereal glow brought life to the landscapes of Eldoria, where whimsical beings frolicked in meadows of enchanted flowers.
By Dunkink Bits3 years ago in Fiction
Delver
Rearing up on its hind legs, the Guardian roared defiance. And the Thunder Lance roared back. Shielding eyes from the sudden flash, the explorers turned away and plugged their ears. Despite the protection offered by the company-issued ear plugs, a Thunder Lance had earned its name a hundred times over.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Origin Story of Bobby Riptide
The pirate queen stood at the sternum of her great ship, the Devil’s Claw, a warship of epic proportions, behind it were all the ships of her fleet, rightly nicknamed the Fleet from the Undersea. Each ship had blood red sails with hulls as black as night. The Pirate Queen’s flag upon each mast of this navy. She was probably the most powerful person upon the East sea. Second only to her ex husband the Pirate King of the West, but don’t ever say that to her. They say her sword could cut through the storm with a single slash, her cold stare could petrify anyone who dare’s cross her, yes she was easily the most feared person upon the open sea.
By Daniel Star. Gazer3 years ago in Fiction
Eldridge Mystery
In the quaint town of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and lush forests of southeastern Kentucky, an air of mystique hung like a veil. Eldridge was known for its picturesque charm, but beneath the surface lurked a mystery that had the townsfolk whispering in hushed tones.
By Jeffrey DeFoor3 years ago in Fiction
The Closet
The darkness pressed in, heavy and suffocating. Five-year-old I squeezed myself between a towering stack of forgotten records and a container overflowing with tear-stained baby clothes, their crisp folds whispering forgotten memories. This tiny, cluttered space was my refuge, my sanctuary.
By Mostafa Ali3 years ago in Fiction







