Adventure
The Dawn and the Moon
The study smelled of old parchment, stained wood, & pipe smoke. Lord Edran Ainsel sat behind his ancient desk, its surface worn smooth by generations of hands that had signed treaties, condemned traitors, and helped pen the future of Goodhollow.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 24
Chapter 24 The cavern stretched vast and unnatural, lit faintly from the glow of the single light in the distance of the city sized cavern. Sara pressed forward, spear in hand, armor flexing silently, her Sporesight cloud extended to its full hundred feet. The air was thick with shrieks and glittering wings as wave after wave of Crystal Crawlers swarming to block her path.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Our Treasured Place
Hair blowing in the wind, the young girl pulled the loose ribbon the last strands of the way, the bow collapsing. She tied the pink velvet around itself, tucking it into a hidden pocket of the matching peacoat with mud splattered up from the hem.
By Emma K. Weir11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 23
Chapter 23 Before charging forward, Sara spent a moment to fiddle with how the System Notifications were delivered during combat. She figured out how to have the System stop sending her notifications every time she used a skill or ability of what it had costs and what remained.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Sara knelt in the narrow empty tunnel, the only sound her own breathing. She laid her old spear across the stone floor, its familiar weight suddenly feeling inadequate against the unknown threat ahead. Closing her eyes, she pressed her palm to the shaft and whispered the command.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Argument of Elements
The Almanac of Greenhaven Farm didn’t just predict the weather; it held court with it. For generations, the Rowan family had followed its cryptic, poetic advice. Its pages, penned by long-gone hands, said things like, “Sow the south field when the willow weeps gold,” or “A quarrel is coming when the crows fly backwards.” The weather it described was less a system and more a living, temperamental entity.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Sara continued her ever downward trek through tunnels and caverns. Her path was silent, as nothing lived in these tunnels but the Greatworms. And she had not run into a Greatworm in some time. The caverns she had last traveled through looked like a Greatworm had made it’s nest there, but the worm itself was long gone.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Puzzle Room
The abandoned Puzzle Room has been abandoned for years. Many years. I’m too old it seems. I use to play on it. I’m now 521/2years younger old. It was closed down very years prior to people’s who just gave up. Gave up on life!! They throw it everywhere. Too me, there were many signs. Always I used to sneak out and go down there. I found it. It used to be my refuge place. A place where I’d add to pictorial visuals. I always said I would one day put the world back together. And I sure could keep it secretly to this day.
By Rachael Frazier11 months ago in Fiction
A Golinda and Gallopatrot Adventure to The Q Garden
Kat had a new addiction. She read the news. She accepted that partial truth and mistruths have been part of reality for eons. Dark elements that permeate the universe also permeate society, the body, cells and thoughts. Resentment for not being taught more of how to live in this world, where darkness is more abundant than light, does little to help when desperation sets in. Kat was motivated to tap into wisdom from the past.
By Katherine D. Graham11 months ago in Fiction
