Fantasy
Best Laid Plans
OBSELETE! BEING REWRITTEN! Marcus strode quickly through the Castra Custodia, quickly turning from the Via Sagularis that ran down the left side of the military camp down the Via Principalis towards the entrance of the Praetorium that sat in the center and acting as headquarters and residence for the senior staff of the Legion stationed there. He travelled without his usual tribune armour even though it was almost time for his rounds to check on the guards. The messenger summoning him to the Praetorium to meet with the Imperator Sertorius had caught him while on his way to pick up his armour from the Fabricae where it was being repaired after a recent skirmish and near miss involving one of the many Dryad cavalry patrols that often attempted to cross into the Atlani side of the Furca river, the boundary between the Atlani Republic and the Dryadalis Imperium on the North Eastern border of the Republic's territory.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Medieval Blacksmith Master
If I had been born in the medieval days, it is quite likely that I would have pursued a career as a blacksmith. The role of a blacksmith held immense significance during that time, making it one of the most vital and respected professions.
By Ryan Mason3 years ago in Fiction
Love Story Of Princess and Prince
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a young princess named Aurora. She was known throughout the land for her unparalleled beauty, wisdom, and kindness. Aurora had everything she could ever want, except for one thing - love. She longed for someone that would love her deeply and unconditionally.
By π½ππππ πΏππππ 3 years ago in Fiction
Virtual Scales
βO! For a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of inventionβ ~ William Shakespeare Glinting across the sky, her scales shone like a million rubies. I was trying to play a game of keep away with her, and failing more quickly than usual. I had a surprise and couldnβt wait to show her! βSulfura, come quick! Iβm caught,β I cry out as my leg gets entangled in a mess of vines. Gigantic, reptilian wings come swooping in from behind me and the rush of air envelops me when she comes to a halt. Her hot breath tickles my neck and I giggle as she lays her head on my shoulder.
By Laura (Mea) Carlozzi 3 years ago in Fiction
The Roaring Success
NASCAR's popularity can be attributed to several factors. One key aspect is its deep-rooted connection to American culture and heritage. The sport originated in the Southeastern United States in the 1940s and 1950s, during a time when moonshine runners modified their cars to outrun law enforcement. These informal races eventually evolved into organized stock car racing events, which laid the foundation for NASCAR.
By PAUL MUTAI3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring The Wondrous World Of Fiction
When we think of fictional worlds, our minds might wander to alternate realities, beasts beyond our imagination, and worlds far beyond our own. Fictional worlds, whether in Sci-fi or the Humorous genre, are the result of unique and imaginative creativity. Through a keen eye for detail and sheer imagination, these worlds become a canvas of storytelling for avid audiences.
By π½ππππ πΏππππ 3 years ago in Fiction
Tolerance and Transformation: The Wise Journey of an Elderly Gentleman
Mr. Lee is an amiable old man in his seventies. Every morning, he likes to take a walk to the small convenience store nearest to his home. There is a newspaper there that he loves very much, and he likes to read the news at home leisurely and enjoy this peaceful pleasure.
By Elena Vance 3 years ago in Fiction
A Tragic Tale Part 3
A subtle howling escaped the underside of the door. The noise startled me and I threw myself onto the bed trying my best not to look like a coward. Itβs fine. It was just the wind, outside, from the direction of the door. No big deal! The sound came again and this time the light from under the door became so unbearable that I had to cover my face, so I didnβt go blind. I reached for the comforter on the bed and shoved it over my head. After a few minutes, I popped back out to see if anything had changed. Nothing about the door itself had changed, but it had begun to grow dimmer. My peace of mind started to return, and then a really spooky thing happened. The door creaked open all on its own. Well, Iβve lost it. If I go home now and tell everyone this house is seriously haunted then Iβm going to get sent to a looney bin. The door stood all the way open and the light had almost completely disappeared. I didnβt want to go near the closet, but I did anyway. Something or someone wanted to look inside to see what there was. I left my bag by the bed because I thought I would be back for it. I was wrong. I walked closer to the closet until I was close enough to smell the rotting wood. Before I knew what was happening, I was pulled inside; out of my own existence.
By Victoria Ward3 years ago in Fiction
From the Flames of Chaos: Two Strangers Escape
Amidst the engulfing flames of chaos, a stranger's life hung in the balance. The world around them crackled with anger, as the scent of burning buildings filled the air. It was a scene of utter devastation, a nightmarish landscape that had swallowed their hopes and dreams.
By Gideon Izang - Gidz3 years ago in Fiction
When Music Comes Alive.
In a world where music takes on a physical form, consider the strangeness of the existence of a being who never stops singing. Imagine this divine element touching the essence of every sound, rhythm, and harmony. The catchy music resonates with the most profound details of our being, weaving a beautiful tapestry of sound. The presence of such a being would undoubtedly have a deep and lasting effect, providing sweet new melodies for the ear, soothing relief for the heart, and consoling balm for the soul.
By Ikenna Ezedende3 years ago in Fiction
