Fantasy
A Desperate Measure
The fluorescent lights of the electronics store hummed a monotonous tune, a soundtrack to Amelia’s increasingly desperate existence. Every day was a battle against dwindling sales targets, impatient customers demanding the latest gadgets that the store couldn’t afford, and the gnawing anxiety of overdue bills.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Runemaster 7
(Click here to read the previous chapter) Unfortunately, as Aden was discovering, his toddler self was somewhat short on patience. So it was that, the next day, he found himself looking up from the shadows of an alley at the large log building across the street that housed the repository. He'd been watching for hours already as people streamed in and out of the building. Everyone in the village was permitted access to the facility, but most parents left their children outside with a waiting attendant in a small outdoor play area. Apparently, children were not not wanted underfoot for whatever business went on inside.
By Mark Stone2 years ago in Fiction
The Argument
"Gods and Goddesses do not argue with mortals. An argument implies dispute, and there can be no dispute, for the Gods are always right." Baj groaned out loud and rolled his eyes, earning him a sharp sting of pain from the Goddesses' mental whip, dropping him to one knee. "Know your place mortal, and mind your manners." Elyria said with and edge of steel in her voice, and perhaps just a tinge of genuine hurt as well. Baj knew better than to respond as he had, but he just could not help himself. The Goddesses pith philosophical sayings on the nature of Gods and mortals never failed to irritate the ever living crap out of him. The many which touted the great superiority of the Gods, like the classic she had just spouted off, caused him the most distress. She, of course, knew how he felt and that is exactly why she favored saying such things in his presence. He slowly recovered his wits, and grimaced at the lingering pain in his head. At that moment he was sorely tempted to jab at her again, but he held his tongue. Of course he feared the pain of Elyria's punishments, but more so than that, he had no wish to actually hurt her, and it seemed by her reaction to his words, he actually had. Baj often thought how strange it was that a being of such power, who had fought near omnipotent Gods, and monsters so terrible the mere sight of them would cause a mortal to die from fear, could be so easily and deeply hurt by but the slightest of words. He was not sure if that was more a reflection of the awesome power of words, or the overhyped power of the Gods. No matter the reason, it was certainly the case that he could, and had hurt the Goddess very badly on many occasions with his words, much more so than with any actions he had ever committed. While he did regret those words (mostly), he was glad for them as well, because they reminded him that mortals were not totally powerless against the might of the Gods. With DisKord threatening his world, and all existence, he knew mortals and Gods would need every possible tools at their disposal if they had any hope of defeating the ancient lord of chaos.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Part 2: Ravens Ridge- missing person . Top Story - January 2025. Content Warning.
But what he didn’t know was that he would see those souls again, those souls from the hospital, struggling to get to the other side; lost in their attachment to the world they have never quite known.
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Fiction
The Maunetjer
Among Mother Combs’ artifacts are some pages torn from Dr. Gottfried Munsfed’s lost journal. The learned anthropologist went missing in the late 1930s near the Sahara desert while looking for a mythological tribe he’d heard several rumors about. Mother Combs came across these pages in a Saharan market, hidden inside a beautifully shaped urn the desert merchant had guaranteed to her was handcrafted by a local mountain tribe.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Forever
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, a chance encounter between two strangers would set off a chain of events that would change their lives forever. It was a crisp autumn evening, and the streets were bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. Emma, a free-spirited artist, had just closed up her studio and was strolling through the town, lost in thought. Her long, curly brown hair danced in the gentle breeze as she walked. Suddenly, she collided with a tall, handsome stranger, spilling her sketchbook and pencils all over the sidewalk. Apologetic, the stranger rushed to help her gather her belongings. As they stood up, their eyes met, and Emma felt an inexplicable jolt of electricity run through her entire body. The stranger's piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through her, and yet, she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and familiarity. "I'm so sorry," the stranger said, his deep voice sending shivers down Emma's spine. "I'm Max." Emma smiled, feeling a little shy. "I'm Emma. Nice to meet you, Max." As they parted ways, Emma couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just met someone special. Little did she know that Max was about to turn her world upside down. Over the next few weeks, Emma and Max kept running into each other around town. They would exchange pleasantries, and Emma would catch herself looking forward to these chance encounters. One evening, as they strolled along the creek, Max turned to Emma and asked, "Would you like to grab dinner with me sometime this week?" Emma's heart skipped a beat. "I'd love to," she replied, trying to sound casual. Their first date was a magical night filled with laughter, conversation, and a deepening connection. As the days turned into weeks, Emma and Max found themselves inseparable. They would take long walks, explore the countryside, and sit by the creek, watching the stars twinkle to life. Emma had never felt this way about anyone before. She was falling deeply in love with Max. But fate had other plans. Max, it turned out, was only in Willow Creek temporarily, working on a project that would take him away from the town – and Emma – in just a few short months. Emma was devastated. She had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, and the thought of losing Max was unbearable. As the days turned into weeks, Emma and Max made the most of their time together. They cherished every moment, knowing that their time was limited. On the night before Max was set to leave, they sat by the creek, watching the stars. Emma turned to Max, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to lose you," she whispered. Max took her hand, his eyes filled with emotion. "You'll never lose me, Emma. I'll always be with you, no matter where I am." As they shared a bittersweet kiss, Emma knew that their love would transcend time and fate. Max would carry her heart with him, and she would hold onto the memories of their time together. The next morning, Max left Willow Creek, but Emma knew that their love story was far from over. She held onto the echoes of their time together, knowing that their love would forever be etched in her heart. As the seasons passed, Emma and Max kept in touch, their love growing stronger with each passing day. They would meet whenever Max was in town, and their love would rekindle, burning brighter than ever. Years went by, and Emma's art studio flourished. She would often think of Max, wondering where he was and what he was doing. But she knew that their love was eternal, a flame that would burn bright forever. One day, as Emma was working on a new painting, she heard a knock on the door. She turned to see Max standing in the doorway, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. "I'm back," he said, his voice filled with emotion. Emma's heart skipped a beat as she dropped her brush and ran into Max's arms. They held each other tightly, the echoes of their love story reverberating through the years. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Emma knew that their love had transcended time and fate. They had found their way back to each other, and nothing would ever tear them apart again. "Echoes of Forever" was more than just a love story – it was a testament to the power of true love, a love that would echo through eternity.
By INFO INSIDER 2 years ago in Fiction
