Fantasy
Polk
Layers of overgrown black ivy vines popped and snapped as the encrusted door creaked open. A small, red, oval-shaped dog toy with large eyes and a busted squeaker instructed the rest of the group to avoid making contact with the poisonous plant. After describing the details of the unbearable rash that lasted for days if the black ivy touched you, everyone passed through the door’s dangerous threshold with the utmost caution and delicacy.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
What’s Coming to Apple TV+ in October 2024
Apple TV+ continues to carve its own path in the streaming world by offering something most platforms don’t: an all-original lineup. In a world where most streaming services juggle between licensed hits and original content, Apple TV+ stands out for sticking with exclusivity. It’s a bold move, and it’s paying off. Whether you’re streaming Canada or anywhere else, the platform’s lineup offers a little bit of everything
By Streaming Canada2 years ago in Fiction
A Shift in Perspective: How Queer Representation Opened My Eyes to a Broader World
A Shift in Perspective: How Queer Representation Opened My Eyes to a Broader World Exploring the transformative power of queer representation in media and how it deepened my understanding of empathy, identity, and the shared human experience.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind Growing up, my openness to eccentric encounters was restricted, best case scenario, and slanted even from a pessimistic standpoint. In the humble community where I resided, discussions about sexuality and orientation were either met with uneasiness or excused out and out. The LGBTQ+ people group was a theoretical idea, something that existed "elsewhere," yet never in my nearby world. It wasn't so much that I held onto any plain biases; it was more that I didn't have the foggiest idea. I wasn't educated to understand the encounters of individuals who were not quite the same as me along these lines, thus I had never truly pondered what it intended to carry on with a daily existence as somebody outside the parallel and hetero standards.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Raverstrike
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was my master Loki who was responsible you insolent fool." the creature before him snarled as he prepared to attack the badly wounded Baj once again. "She had dared defy him and he banished her to the underworld, then reversed the river flooding and destroying her entire kingdom. Now he has ordered your death. Your fate will be worse then your Queen's I'm afraid." Baj knew the creature lied. It was actually his Goddess Elyria who had reversed the rivers flow, and the Queen had actually been banished to another plane where she lived as a lowly maidservant, her memories of her former royal life completely erased. His thoughts turned to the Goddess and he cursed her under his breath. Damn you Elyria, where in the seven hells are you. I need you.... now. Baj's mind raced as he tried desperately to find a way out out his current predicament. The creature he faced had hurt him badly. He was cut in at least ten places, one of which was a very serious deep slash wound to the calf that had nearly taken off his right foot. That wound was bleeding so much it had already caused him to slip twice, and had almost cost him his life the last time he lost his footing. He knew he was outmatched. The creature, known as a raverstrike was a favorite assassin of the Gods and possessed divine strength, speed, and stamina. His expert level hand to hand combat and weapons skills, obtained through years of torturous training at the academy, were all that had kept him alive this long. However, he knew they would not be enough to defeat the raver, only his Goddess could save him now. That thought caused his fury to rise and he screamed and cursed even as he watched his life's blood drain from him. The raverstrike looked at Baj with its large black eyes which had rolled forward in the deeply recessed sockets on each side of its vaguely horse like head. Long arms protruded from each side of its massive seven foot tall well muscled trunk. Those arms ended in a single razor sharp curved claw, both of which were soaked in Baj's blood. It dripped down slowly toward the ground from along the length of each claw and the creature's long tongue protruded outward to lap it up out of the sky as it fell. It was a grotesque sight and when it spoke the tone of it hurt Baj's ears and caused his head to ache and his heart to freeze in his chest. "Your bitch Goddess can't save you human. Loki himself has ordered your death, and I am here to see that his will is done." As it spoke it moved slowly toward Baj maneuvering to within striking distance of its claws, raising one giant arm to throw the killing blow. It was so close now that Baj could feel the heat emanating from the monsters body like a furnace.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
The Age of DisKord
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Baj knew, it was entirely the fault of his Goddess. One, of many things that particularly bothered Baj about the Gods and Goddesses, was the seeming unfairness of it all. Why had those, like Elyria, the Goddess who had tricked him into servitude and banished the Queen to another dimension for the temerity to turn down her request to join her church, been given so much power, and mortals like him, so little. It was somewhat debatable if sleeping with a Goddess of your own volition qualified as being 'tricked', but it was no doubt true that it was that act which had bound him to her as one of her many mortal servants. She had used her God-given powers to take his soul and makes it hers to control at the exact moment when he was at his weakest. The moment of completion of their union as man and woman. What Baj called the completion of their union as man and woman, most called orgasm and ejaculation, but he had been raised in the land of Cleves where the use of such crude language was simply not acceptable, and his embarrassment whenever Elyria would speak in such crass terms never failed to amuse her. She could sense his thoughts through their bond and thus always knew exactly what he felt, and exactly about what he was thinking, even as he slept. Of course, there were some gaps which Baj had learned to exploit to his advantage over the years, but they were minimal, and he had been forced to deal with the fact of another person, a woman no less, crawling around in his head at all times. Constantly judging and evaluating him, and finding him lacking in almost all respects, as she never failed to remind him. In fact however, it was quite the opposite. Elyria found the human fascinating for reasons she could never explain. She derived a secret thrill whenever she did probe his mind, a thing which she only did on very rare occasions, and only when, in her judgement, the need was great. There were ample reasons to question the wisdom of her judgement, nevertheless, this was a secret that she kept from Baj, along with her true feelings. She hid those behind a veneer of verbal humiliations, put downs, and an attitude of latent superiority which never ceased to irritate the fire out of him. Somehow he had managed to keep a few secrets locked away in his mind just out of her reach, and he knew she knew it too, and this fact drove the Goddess to the brink of fury on several occasions resulting in severe mental punishments for him. She could make him feel pain, great pain when she so desired, but also immense pleasure. And she used both to manipulate him and all her servants to great effect. But of all her manservants, Baj was her most favored, most cursed he would say, to any of the others that would listen.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Queen Mother
Large fangs snapped at the stale air around us, intensifying with every slap of the blue whip against its hairy hide. The dark sock moaned and growled inaudible commands at the spider, aggravating the beast until it lunged for my throat with its eight legs.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Queens Curse
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Dark and thick, the water surged against the current, bubbling like sludge as it crawled back into the earth’s maw. A foul stench, sharp and metallic, hung in the air as if something ancient and rotten had awakened from beneath the kingdom of Arindale. Those who lived near the banks whispered of voices rising from the water, calling for anyone who ventured too close. The whispers carried secrets—terrible, hungry secrets.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction
Floating
Floating in a warm pool, looking like Ophelia but full of warmth and life. Feel the soothing water and the sun on your face and body.A gentle breeze blows, and the music of birdsong and bees surrounds you, blowing through rushes at the water's edge.You move your hands and feet enjoying the feel of the water, it is almost as good as the warmth of your duvet when you wake and don't want to leave your bed.This is a feeling you want to last for a long time, so soothing, and spreading happiness through your whole body.There is no pressure here, just warmth, love and comfortYou are one with Gaia and nature and your soul is replenished by this feelingLet the feeling wash over you, and heal your soul
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Sadness of a Goddess
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. And it was I that did that mortal, never forget that, if you want to live that is." And she smiled at Baj as she said it, and he was grateful for that smile even if the words behind it were poisonous. Such was the nature of Gods and Goddesses. No matter what they said or did you could not help but be entranced by them. However, Baj had spent close to ten years as her servant, and, in that time, he had developed techniques for resisting her powers. Her words and smile still effected him, but not to nearly the extent of most and he delighted in reminding her of that fact.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
