Fantasy
Discovering a Forgotten Room
Sabrina never paid attention to the architecture of the bed and breakfast when she’d purchased it with a loan from the Coven. It was the size she needed for her business and she was fully focused on the actual running of that business.
By Reb Kreyling11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 11
The river was quiet. Stereotypically too quiet. Her [Danger Sense] told her it was a lie, a soft but constant drumbeat in her head. Something lived there. Something claimed the river as theirs. Something kept a jungle of predators from its waters.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 10
Sara leaned against the base of the tree, the mist of spores from her robes glowing faintly in the dim morning light. She had been turning the numbers over in her mind since checking her status, trying to understand why her Mycorrhizal Network felt different, stronger, yet still limited. What determined its growth. Its abilities?
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 9
Sara stood in the cave, focusing as she called into being new robes to protect her. Her first robe had already been reabsorbed into her fungal network, leaving her only in a torn shirt and pants, fabric shredded from claws, stone, & fire. She shivered slightly in the damp air, but her focus was absolute.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
In our house, the hallway upstairs had a rule: Never touch the last door on the left. Mom never wrote it down, but the rule was solid as concrete. Holidays, birthdays, random Tuesdays - nobody went in. If a guest got lost looking for the bathroom and wandered too far, they were intercepted with a speed that suggested Olympic training and generational trauma.
By The Kind Quill11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 8
[Quest Timer: 13:22 Remaining] “Thirteen and a half minutes? Not that I’m complaining, but should something else have attacked at 15 minute mark? Unless, maybe big boy here was a ‘Boss’ and so the last two timers are 10 minute timers? If so, I find myself less and less excited to see what shows up next!”, Sara Pondered to herself.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction









