Adventure

Berganashio - Chapter 27
"I still just don't understand why war is necessary. The fairies can't be that bad. The sea-wolfs on the other hand..." Pori scooped Bry up into her arms and combed his unruly hair with her fingers.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I smile as I walk up to him watching him wipe the dirt and sweat off of his face as the sunlight sparkles in his Green eyes and they catch mine I don't know if its this Tennessee heat or the infatuation I have for this man but my heart skips a beat as he covers his forehead with his hand to get a better look and he says Ms. walker you ain't supposed to be out here, I fold my arms as I say now Jimmy how many times do I have to tell you to call me Anna?, Ms. Walker is my mama. He shakes his head as he says well either way you know if you are caught out here talking to me your daddy is gonna have your head and possibly mine, I shrug and say well the war is taking up most of his time and Mr. Johnson is taking up my mama's so I think I'm safe.
By cheyenne 10 months ago in Fiction
The Treehouse That Waited
Rain threatened as Elio climbed the rickety ladder to the treehouse of his childhood. Each step groaned under his weight, soaked from weeks of storms, and the wind tugged at the branches as if warning him to turn back.
By Jonathan10 months ago in Fiction
Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish10 months ago in Fiction
I am Panic
“Don’t look down yet.” “I’m already up here.” “Just stand still.” “I am standing.” “You’re gripping too hard.” “If I let go, I’ll fall.”
By Dagmar Goeschick10 months ago in Fiction
📦 The Suitcase That Was Never Packed
so, so la mi so, so, so la mi so, .... and Here is my story The suitcase stood at the foot of the bed for more than twenty years.
By Zidane10 months ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Sent 📮
The letter lay in the bottom drawer of the writing desk, folded carefully, its edges worn thin from time rather than use. It had never been stamped.
By Zidane10 months ago in Fiction
Evac. Top Story - December 2025.
“Your attention please. May we have your attention, please. We are currently under mandatory evacuation. Please gather all your belongings and make sure that your children are with you. The last bus to the mainland will be leaving in five minutes. If you are not on the bus at that time, there will be no further transportation out. Anybody still on the island will be required to leave on foot. It is highly recommended that you leave now. The approaching storm will not be survivable.”
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Changeling; Chapter 7
Everything hurts and everything is blurry. I think I can see black spots. I can definitely hear voices. I manage to lift my hands to my eyes, attempting to rub the fog from them. My muscles groan in protest, my arms feel so heavy it seems like a minor miracle I can keep them in the air as I rub my eyes. It takes a second for me to realize that my hands aren't bound. By the time I do, the voices have gone silent.
By Katarzyna Crevan10 months ago in Fiction
The Bed That Remembered Every Night 🛏
🛏 The Bed That Remembered Every Night The bed stood in the center of the room like it always had. Its wooden frame was slightly worn at the edges, smoothed by years of hands resting there, by blankets being tucked in, by bodies learning where comfort lived. The headboard held faint scratches no one remembered making. The mattress dipped gently on the left side, as if someone still slept there.
By Zidane10 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan10 months ago in Fiction
📦 The Box That Was Never Opened
The box sat at the back of the closet, untouched for nearly thirty years. It was not large. Not small either. Just an ordinary cardboard box, its corners softened by time, its surface marked with faint fingerprints and a single strip of yellowing tape. On the side, written in careful handwriting, was a name:
By Zidane10 months ago in Fiction