Fan Fiction
Unlocking Airport Secrets
Airport terminals, with their bustling crowds, endless queues, and constant air of anticipation, are like small cities hidden within the greater expanse of the modern world. But beneath the surface of these bustling hubs of travel, there are secrets waiting to be unlocked.
By Aljon Pasilan3 years ago in Fiction
The legend of the Volcano That Burns Bright Blue
High in the rugged mountains of Cascadia, nestled among the towering evergreen trees, there lay a mysterious and secluded valley. The villagers of the nearby town of Crystal brook had always whispered tales of the valley's peculiar wonders, but the most captivating of all was the "Volcano That Burns Bright Blue."
By Aljon Pasilan3 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Roman Laundry Secrets
In the bustling heart of Rome, nestled among the grandiose temples, bustling markets, and opulent villas, there was a place where secrets of a different kind were hidden, guarded, and passed down through the ages. This place was not a shrine or a palace, but rather a humble laundry, a sanctuary for fabrics and a keeper of the most unconventional secrets in the world of clothing care.
By Esther Anima3 years ago in Fiction
Reading fiction
Do you have a special place where you like to read? Is it somewhere that feels strange to be empty handed? The ties between what we read and where are sometimes so strong that it is difficult to change. Did you ever try to read say a business book where youd normally sit to read a novel? Did you struggle to get through more than a few pages? Our minds associate certain activities with certain positions and sometimes this can be difficult to break. Instead of trying to fight it, it may be better to find a location to suit the type of reading youd like to do. In this article, Im going to cover a few common venues and recommend reading material to suit. 1. At work. Reading a novel while sitting at my desk in front of my computer feels downright weird to me. To be honest, reading anything other than business material can be difficult. Of course, because of my job as editor of Espresso Fiction Im often reading short stories while sitting at my desk and that feels OK. In fact, when I find a story that I really get into, its a complete break as I have no awareness of other noises or distractions. And when Ive finished I have no sense of time. It usually takes a minute or two and then Im back in the present but for that 15 minutes or so I am somewhere completely different. And thats one of the things I love about fiction; it transports you wherever the author wants to take you. 2. Outside. Lounging by the pool on a sunbed or sitting on the grass is a great spot for reading a gripping novel. That way you can effortlessly block out the surrounding noise. Of course, if you are supposed to be watching children then a novel is not the best choice. You would be wiser to choose something that you can drop in and out of without constantly losing the flow of your reading. 3. Hammock. My husband recently put up ours after I pointedly showed him exactly where it could go and we discussed at length how it could be fixed into place. Boy, did I miss having it. Lying stretched out and staring at the sky and the trees and listening to the birds is a really lovely experience. The only problem with reading in a hammock is staying awake! So choose your material wisely something funny or lively is your best bet if you dont want to drop off to sleep within a few short minutes. 4. In bed. Reading in bed seems to be a very common reading position as its a great way to turn off from the stresses of the day and ease into sleep. Ive found its best not to pick anything too stimulating because my mind starts racing (the very opposite of what I want) or complicated because then I give up without reading more than a page or so (this makes for a very long read and usually ends with me putting the book aside in favor of something else). 5. Sofa. Another great reading venue because your body gets to rest too. This can be a great spot for reading a novel or if time is limited a short story. 6. Coffee Shop. This is the perfect place to read your favorite magazine or short story, something that holds your attention but can tolerate the inevitable interruptions. Both are something you can sink into and pop out of at the other end feeling refreshed. 7. Aeroplane. A long novel that grabs you from the very beginning and doesnt let you go makes time go really fast. If youve ever been on a long flight with a great book and not wanted the flight to end until you finish the book then you will know what I mean. 8. Public transport. Again you need to choose your reading material carefully. A novel which is too engaging may have you missing your stop and hankering to get back to your book as soon as possible. It is better to find material that suits the length of your journey articles or short stories for short trips and magazines and more complex or thought provoking novels for longer journeys. Public transport is a perfect place to daydream so something which requires reflection and thought can be perfect if time allows. What is your favorite reading venue and position? Do you vary your reading material to suit your location?
By Benjamin george3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Lapis Hand
In the remote village of Seraphina, nestled deep within a valley surrounded by lush, untamed forests, an ancient and mysterious legend shrouded the region. The tale revolved around the "Curse of the Lapis Hand," an enigmatic phenomenon that had haunted the village for centuries.
By Aljon Pasilan3 years ago in Fiction
Anura’s Meeting
The local runner may have been new, but he was the one assigned by the lead to save the girl once they new the kidnapping was in motion. He never knew where they got the information but it was always accurate. The structural organization was efficient and effective and not to mention well known and very active in community developments. It was like they wanted own the city, this itself could be although be true, just never told to anyone.
By MIXHAELI MENTE3 years ago in Fiction
Whinnying in Rio: The Tale of the Briefcase Mix-Up
In the bustling city of Rio de Janeiro, the warm sun kissed the vibrant streets and the rhythmic samba filled the air. It was a place of lively music, captivating dance, and the occasional, extraordinary occurrence. And on this particular day, an extraordinary occurrence was about to take place, courtesy of a most unusual character.
By Alite Digitals3 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Tale: Battle of Illusions
its been a long time that have say a story the old man told the children around him. It goes thus: In the enchanting realm of Wellington, magic flowed through the very air, and its most formidable wizard, Arthur, was celebrated for his extraordinary powers. He could conjure firestorms, create enchanting illusions, and mend the broken with a flick of his wand. Yet, among the magic and wonder, an adversary lurked, a wizard named Malachi, whose power resided not in spells but in deception and lies.
By Alite Digitals3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventurous BEE 🐝
Once upon a time, in a tranquil garden nestled behind a charming cottage, lived a very special bee named Bella. Bella wasn't your ordinary bee; she was gifted with a unique talent that set her apart from the rest of the hive. She had a remarkable ability to communicate with the flowers.
By Francis Benjamin3 years ago in Fiction
Born Wolf
Sylvia felt strongly drawn to him the moment she saw him. The attraction was instantaneous because he seemed to be her type. Slim and plenty of hair. And this guy did not only boast of a narrow waist but adorned it with proportional broad shoulders. He was lithe. Like a slim tiger having leisure time. Complete with a full head of stylishly bushy hair and trimmed beard. He moved with natural grace as he took a seat at the end of the bar and waited patiently as horde of party animalsa with darkened eyes yelled orders at the overworked barman whose kohl had smeared around tired red eyes. Most people in the party wore khol, which made them appear cattish. Sylvia wondered if it was a kind of a club thing. She never knew who the celebrant was or even the reason for the party. Hours ago, before she crashed this party, she was abysmally drowning in self-pity at home. Then she decided to seek out a hangout far from the area where people knew her, and where she could be unrestrictedly decadent. She found a place with loud music and poor lights. A group of party goers were drinking up a storm at a table, she sat close to them and soon struck up an irrelevant conversation with them. She eventually joined them to this party. Ordinarily Sylvia wouldn't have talked to those strange people or even go to a party she wasn't properly invited to. And the venue of the party wasn't the kind of place she would have attempted going to with strangers. It was situated in an estate still under construction at a remote part of town. She was probably suicidal that night due to the cruel rejection she had suffered earlier. Her new acquaintances, except for the drunkest of them, disappeared on her as soon as they entered the party hall. The drunk guy hung around her. She pointedly ignored him. He was of average height and stocky and odiously plastered. He disappeared many times and always reappeared with a fresh bottle of drink; a different brand from the last one. Sylvia had contented herself with a small plate of chops and a bottle of strong alcoholic wine she had snagged from one of the unattended tables as soon as she arrived with her new friends. She didn't open the bottle since its alcohol content was above her usual gauge, but as the party progressed without direction, she was forced to uncork the bottle. She wanted something milder but the stampede at the bar discouraged her. As the loud music changed to a popular hit, the drunk guy suddenly placed himself before her and leered down. 'You care for a dance?' He was moving his body side by side in a funny motion. 'No, thanks,' Sylvia replied. 'I don't want to dance.' This wasn't what she was looking for. If one must eat a frog, they better go for a juicy one. The reason for coming here was to do what she never did before: have a good time on her own and pick up a delicious guy to hang out with. That was what she wanted, as opposed to playing it safe, which she had done all her life. Look at where playing it safe got her. John betrayed her. Discarded her without remorse or even respect. Made her a laughing stock.'Why?' the drunk guy asked, taking hold of her hand. The kohl on his eyes had mixed with sweat and spreading towards his cheeks. He burped. She slipped her hand free from his sweaty clutch. She quickly scoured the hall for better entertainment and to avoid looking at the man before her when she sighted whathwhatwhath
By Benjamin george3 years ago in Fiction
