Fantasy
Scribesmiths
A people touched by the wicked power of the majiks and forged in the precious womb of the earth- the journey of a scribesmith is threefold. They must ascend Witch-Cap Mountain and meditate above the sullen clouds to invoke their inner majiks. If they survive, they are thrust into a solo trek across the unknown borders in any direction, with heart as compass, in search of their unique eternal gem and its keeper - the wood or metal that represents their physical form. Once bonded, they will smith their soul artifact within the wild forges of their inner majiks.
By Conner Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
Silicon Dreams
Elon Musk, the visionary billionaire, found himself standing in the heart of his latest creation - a lab bustling with life and the hum of machinery. Across the room, engineers and roboticists worked diligently on the final touches of a project that had consumed Musk for years: a humanoid robot designed with an AI system so advanced, it was capable of mimicking human emotions and actions to a degree never seen before.
By Turan Kaynak3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Of The Wild
In the depths of a secluded forest, where the sunlight filtered through the thick canopy, a young woman named Elara found solace. She had always been drawn to nature, finding peace in its embrace. Her heart carried a yearning for something more, something mysterious and untamed.
By Sandra Chukwuma 3 years ago in Fiction
The doppelgänger
Sarah had always been a bit of an oddball. Growing up, she never quite fit in with the other kids in school. She was always lost in her own world, daydreaming and creating stories in her head. As she got older, she found that her imagination was both a blessing and a curse. It allowed her to dream up incredible stories and adventures, but it also made her feel isolated from those around her.
By Okpe Blessing3 years ago in Fiction
Exotic Pets
There was a knocking at my door. I looked outside. This has to be a joke. I opened up and an elephant and her baby were out front. “Who knocked?” I shouted. “We did,” the elephant mother said. “What the hell?” I shouted and jumped back. “The elephant revolution has begun. There’s more elephants then humans living underground. We know you lead the human armies, and if you agree to shelter us so we don’t have to fight in the war, we’ll agree to help you negotiate a peaceful surrender,” she said. “I guess I have no choice,” I said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction







