Adventure
Bazyliszek - The King of snakes
In a small village behind the forests, and the home of the foxes, a small basilisk was sleeping peacefully, it's skin was still covered with a childlike scent, it reminded me of the sweetness of honey to the bees around it, in some parts of the epidermis, there were flowers and gardens growing, local bugs were coming with pleasure, finding solace in the beauty of the gardens and wonderful knowledge of his skin paradise. The scent of flowers combined with the honey note of his childlike envelope.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Fiction
Runemaster 1
"You have died." Aden stared in confusion at the glowing white text that appeared before him. He tried to reach out a hand to touch it, but he discovered that he didn’t have any hands, likely incidental to the whole “dead” thing. Huh. Oh well. He shrugged—or rather, he would have, with even a single shoulder to shrug—and proceeded to examine his surroundings.
By Mark Stone3 years ago in Fiction
White, Snow White
Part I: History Lesson They say you can never go home again. To be honest, I never really wanted to. When I was seven years old, my stepmother hired someone to take me out into the woods and murder me and then take my heart back to her so that she could eat it. I know, right?
By Adam Diehl3 years ago in Fiction
The Traveling Party
They were a mixed batch if nothing else; a traveling party of four: An anthropomorphic warforged, an undead, an old drunk wearing furs who clearly had PTSD; and the strangest of all - a normal, healthy, little girl who claimed to have fallen out of the sky.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Spinderella
Once upon a time, as I am sure most of you have heard, there was a girl. Her name was Cinderella, and she was a beautiful young maid to her stepmothers and stepsisters. She awaited the day that her Prince Charming would swipe her off her feet, and if you know the story you wouldn't be surprised to hear that one day he did. Indeed!
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
PUSS (not a chance) IN (hell would she ever wear) BOOTS
“Abigail, get in here and put your boots on,” Cathy yelled from the balcony door. Clearly frustrated, her disappointment evident by the scowl on her face, she was quickly running out of patience with her feline cohort.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver's Threads of Unity
In the heart of a bustling kingdom named Kaleidosia, a unique village stood nestled among rolling hills. This village, called Harmony Haven, was unlike any other. Its inhabitants were an array of cultures, each living in separate districts. Despite their proximity, these districts remained disconnected, their diverse traditions existing in isolation.
By Ude Esther Anurika3 years ago in Fiction
