Classical

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓮!!
Sixty-four squares, alternating black and white in an eight-by-eight square. That is just the start. It's the landscape, the battlefield for two opposing factions, who generally keep to the rules as they fight against each other, pitting their plans and strategies against each other.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
When he had enough
On every day of every year of all time that matters, one poor thing no person is born! This is as true as you belive it is wrong. Now i hope for this stories sake you are generally just asking , WHAT! To that the person who is or was cursed to live every human life from death to birth, sorry switch the words birth to deat, silly me but anyway most importantly he and she etc remembers everything without being in control.Edward clen Corowoen 45 years male, North Carolinan living in the new city in Romanoc, we think but on October eight 2037 he was in New York New York for a fishing convention where he just had it. So he brought a ticket right there and there to the Netherlands more specifically eventually the international courts but first he had to get there.
By Eldvar7 months ago in Fiction
L'Unico: part 4
Jade let her mother in her bad state speaking and rapidly he let his imagination drive him far to the world of the unseen, he started to imagine people going in long tunnels on the
By el hariti adil7 months ago in Fiction
I Got a Message From My Future Self… and I Wish I Didn’t Open It
It started with a notification I didn’t recognize. No name. No number. Just a message. “Don’t open the door tonight.” I stared at my phone, confused.
By Millicent Chisom7 months ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Fiction
The End Is Where We Begin
It was supposed to be the worst of times. At least, that’s what Georgia had been told her entire life. She grew up in a world obsessed with endings. Climate reports, collapsing economies, wars flashing across screens—everything pointed toward one inevitable conclusion: the world as we know it was fading.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Fiction
Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
Wedding Vows
Introduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Fucked-up Wedding Toasts" that you can check out here: And the image was shared on Facebook by the most excellent Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
I Felt Completely Lost… Even When Everything Seemed Fine
I smiled, laughed, and told everyone I was fine. Friends, family, even strangers on social media—they all believed me. But the truth? I felt completely lost inside. And I didn’t know how to fix it.
By Millicent Chisom7 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Fiction
That Day, I Became Someone Else. AI-Generated.
I didn’t plan to change my life that day. If anything, I was trying to hold it together. It was a gray Thursday in late October—the kind of day when the sky feels low, like it’s pressing down on the city. I remember standing on the train platform, hands in my coat pockets, watching the same crowd I had watched for years.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction