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Cold Footprint
"Tracing the Chills of a Vanished Trail" In the small town of Frostwood, nestled amidst snow-capped mountains, a unique phenomenon occurred every winter. A trail of cold footprints would appear overnight, leading from the edge of the forest to the town square. The footprints, made of shimmering ice, puzzled the townsfolk for years. Some believed it to be the work of a mythical creature, while others dismissed it as a natural occurrence.
By Zeenat Shoukat3 years ago in Fiction
Adeilmar
I do not own the rights to the world or ideas expressed in The Final Crusade, a fantasy game set in an African inspired Medieval setting. This is a game as yet unreleased to the general public which I have the privilege to play-test as it is developed.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
"Misplaced" Toy
The sky was growing darker, the chill of the air adding to the cold that seeped into them from the snowdrift they had been "misplaced" upon.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
My Skin is Sin . Content Warning.
Six year old Kenya is getting off the school bus with her head held down and a frown on her face. “Hi baby.” Says her mother Carla as she walks past her without acknowledgement. “What’s the matter?” Carla asked. Kenya stormed upstairs without answering her and went straight to the bathroom next to her bedroom. Kenya closed the bathroom door and stared into the mirror above the sink with tears in her eyes. All she could feel was despair as she stared at her reflection.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Hammered Gold
Phoebe was right. Finn doesn’t hoover under the sofa. I’m amongst dust, fluff, debris. A foul smell is festering. A social climbdown.
By Rachel Robbins3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Tranquility in the Midst of Motion: A Reflective Journey into Moments of Calm
During work, I find myself either standing or perched on my Motion Stool, compelling my core into action. Pacing has become a frequent ritual, accompanied by strategically scattered exercise equipment, be it a pull-up bar, kettlebell, balance device, or grip trainer, always within arm's reach.
By مصر مصر3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
Safely Home
As we leave Grandma’s house the snow packing the roads makes the tires of the truck slip and my heart climbs a little higher into my throat each time. I look at Dad behind the wheel in the seat next to me. He smiles at me encouragingly as he turns onto the freeway. As we approach the point of the mountain, I feel the back of the truck wiggle precariously behind us. I might only be ten, but I understand all too well how dangerous snow can be. I lost my cousin four years ago on a night like this and ever since I have secretly been terrified of riding in cars in the winter. Again, I look over at Dad and see his strong jaw isn’t clenched in nervousness, his knuckles aren’t turning white from the strain of holding the wheel. He actually appears completely relaxed. He glances over to me long enough for his eyes, full of love and reassurance, to meet my own. My heart stops pounding and the knot in my stomach loosens. No longer terrified, I am now able to enjoy the beauty of the silent blanket that is covering the world around me. I watch the flakes fly at the windshield like stars streaking past a rocket ship and enjoy the remainder of the ride home. Finally, after nearly twice as long as it normally takes, we pull into our driveway. Dad got us safely home and I now know he always will.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Promise
In a quiet town named Carolina, there was a man named David. He had two kids, Emily and Thomas, and he was also a loving husband. David was like a big support for everyone in his town. He spent his days taking care of his farm and looking after his kids with a lot of love.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 9. Content Warning.
One of the sea-wolfs jumped onto Cotton, and they tumbled several times in a frantic scrambling fight. Cotton suddenly felt the sharp fangs of one of the sea-wolf piercing into his side, and he yelped in pain. He wiggled free from the grasp of the sea-wolf, trying to escape the vigorous fight.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Max's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Fiction
Destroy HER. Content Warning.
Evan on the other hand was at work, and thinking what he did wrong. He was just watching some corn videos, so what? Every male watch them, which is not a big deal, right?
By Ina Zeneli3 years ago in Fiction