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Chronicles of the Celestial Blades
Chapter 1: "The Awakening" In a realm where the whispers of magic echoed through the air, and the celestial blades, legendary artifacts of untold power, held dominion over destiny, a seemingly ordinary young orphan named Kaito stood at the precipice of a life-changing revelation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world into twilight, as Kaito found himself drawn to the cryptic allure of an ancient forest, its towering trees shrouded in a tapestry of secrets.
Dani CharafPublished 6 months ago in FictionRedrugen
She watches the numbers decrease once again as they have intermittingly for the past couple of hours. He is dying and she couldn't stop it, not that there was a lack of trying.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 6 months ago in FictionCofart
I was awakened by my mother’s sharp elbow meeting my ribs. “Wake up, you’re embarrassing me.” She hissed. I gave myself a shake as I realized we were still nowhere near the end of the service. I stifled a yawn and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before I caught the eye of my sister’s smug expression.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 6 months ago in FictionRevolutionärroman
“What next?” Asked his mother calmly from her bed. “Did you bring me home to die?” She looked at her two sons and husband expectantly, wanting an answer that provided a glimmer of hope, but they had none. Finally, his father answered while his brother walked away.
"The Secret Garden"
Once upon a time, in a tiny village that snuggled beneath a mighty mountain, there lived a curious child named Lily. Everyone knew Lily for her unquenchable thirst for adventure and her deep love for the wonders of nature. She spent her days exploring meadows, climbing tall trees, and chasing fluttering butterflies.
Eyaquit Zaman ImranPublished 6 months ago in FictionTombette
After my mother died, I began to bury things in small places. I folded her hand-written recipe for cornbread and oyster stuffing deep inside the oil-stained pages of my cookbook. I recorded old spiritual songs she used to sing in the strings of the out-of-tune piano in our front room. I tucked an empty glass bottle of Poison, her favorite perfume, in the corner of my sock drawer. But most of all I buried memories in my mind. Of baking Christmas cookies while the snow drifted down outside the kitchen window. Of running my hands through the rich black soil of the garden as we planted cucumber seeds. Of her fingers stroking my temples as I listened to her read the Harry Potter series out loud to me.
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published 6 months ago in FictionTides of Redemption
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate beach. The waves crashed rhythmically, echoing the relentless ache within Ali Abuzar's heart. He sat alone in the fading light, his face buried in his hands, tears slipping through his trembling fingers like grains of sand slipping through an hourglass.
Ali AbuzarPublished 6 months ago in FictionTime Travel Dilemmas: Navigating the Tangled Threads of Past, Present, and Future
The allure of time travel has captivated human imagination for centuries, inspiring tales of adventure, romance, and the tantalizing possibilities of altering the course of history. But amidst the thrill of exploring the past and shaping the future lie profound ethical dilemmas that challenge our understanding of causality, free will, and the very fabric of reality.
Anthony MuthuiPublished 6 months ago in FictionQuirkasaurus
"OMG, Grandpa, don't be such a Quirkasaurus!" Emmet Swann didn't stop dancing, even as his grandchildren tried to pretend not to know him. There was a fine-looking dame, a grandmother or great aunt giving the parents a respite, smiling in his direction, and it put him in mind of the dance halls of his youth.
Natasja RosePublished 6 months ago in FictionVoluntold
"Oh, by the way, you volunteered to cater for Talia's school bake sale this weekend." Maria, in the middle of a valiant battle against ten classes worth of Final Essays and a list of who needed extra credit work to graduate, looked up long enough to raise an eyebrow. "I don't recall doing anything of the sort."
Natasja RosePublished 6 months ago in FictionMisneoverbum
Lights flashed in the night as Cathy and Alison sat drinking their Red Bulls and eating their mid-crawl snacks. “Look, look,” Alison slurred to Cathy, “ you see her?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in FictionRoyal Ends
I watched the sweat dribble from my father's pale forehead. His whole body trembled with the fear of leaving us, but our presence assured him that it was time.