Fantasy
Love Knows No Distance: A Long-Distance Romance
There may be many kind of the love stories, but the love from the long distance makes the story so different and in this story article I am going tell you all about beautiful couple Megan and David who had proved that love can be from any kind of the distance and from this story we could know about power of the long distance love and the happiness in it. I would definitely say that you would like this story and you will also love to make this kind of love in your life.
By vijayalakshmi3 years ago in Fiction
Jack the "Devil Hunter"
It was a dark and stormy night, and the air was thick with the scent of fear. In the small town of Millfield, rumors were swirling about a demonic presence that had been haunting the local cemetery. The townspeople were scared, and they didn't know what to do.
By Vishalraj M3 years ago in Fiction
Vampire kid - Part 2
In the dimly lit alleyway, a young boy stood alone, his eyes scanning the shadows. He was small for his age, with pale skin and jet-black hair that hung in uneven locks around his face. He wore tattered clothes that hung loosely on his thin frame. His name was Damien, and he was a vampire.
By Vishalraj M3 years ago in Fiction
Arranged Memories
“How did I end up putting myself in this predicament?” With the wind whistling past his ears, Everett began pondering about his situation. “‘Move the cattle out to the grazing pastures’ he says, ‘it’s a beautiful day’ he says. Blah blah blah blah blahhh,” he moved his hand in a mockingly puppet motion. At least that arm was free, meanwhile dangling from right arm wasn’t on his list of things to do today, let alone this high off the ground.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
"Library Love"
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled in the heart of the countryside, there was a library. It was a modest building, with brick walls and a slate roof, but it held within its walls a wealth of knowledge, wisdom, and imagination. The library was run by a kind and dedicated librarian named Miss Marjorie, who had worked there for more than thirty years.
By zain hassan3 years ago in Fiction
The Resin Chronicles - Series
Welcome to the magical world of "The Resin Chronicles"! This epic fantasy series created by Craig Zeppelin takes readers on a journey through a world filled with the magical substance known as Resin. The Resin Chronicles is a series of books that has captivated readers with its unique magic system and well-developed characters.
By YA Fantasy Guy3 years ago in Fiction
The Resin Chronicles - Review
The Resin Chronicles: Stickiness and Stones by Craig Zeppelin takes readers on a magical journey filled with adventure, danger, and mystery. The story centers around Peter, a young man who discovers that he possesses a rare and powerful ability to control the magical substance known as Resin. Along with his friends and allies, Peter sets out to uncover the truth about why his city was destroyed, and the sinister forces that seek to use his power for their own gain.
By YA Fantasy Guy3 years ago in Fiction
The Test of Ridgewood
It was a quiet morning in the small town of Ridgewood when a package arrived at the doorstep of the local police station. The package was wrapped in plain brown paper and tied up with string, and there was no return address or indication of who had sent it.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamer’s Key
I had always been an avid dreamer, but it wasn’t until that fateful night that my life changed forever. The rain pattered softly against the windows of my small art studio in Somnopolis. I remember the scent of oil paints mingling with the aroma of my freshly brewed coffee as I brushed vibrant colors onto the canvas before me. Exhausted, I finally succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
The Diplomat and the Polar Bear
The day the ice spoke, whispering secrets into the frigid air, was the day I recognized that either I had gone mad or the world had beaten me to it. As I trudged through the Arctic wasteland, the wind’s haunting dirge was punctuated by the faintest murmurs emanating from the frozen ground beneath my weary feet. I crouched, pressing my gloved hand to the ice, my ears straining to grasp a shard of the conversation. I shuddered, not solely due to the cold, and drew my hand back. My breath formed dense clouds as it met the biting air. This Arctic assignment was mutating me, gnawing away at my sanity just as the encroaching polar night swallowed the daylight.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
