Fantasy
The Library Beneath the Rain. AI-Generated.
In the small town of Grey Hollow, people stayed indoors, windows glowing faintly behind curtains. Streets were empty except for puddles that reflected the pale streetlights. Everyone believed the old underground library had been abandoned decades ago.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Knight
Chapter 3: Swords in the Street Cole sat alone at his small corner table swirling the whiskey in his glass in an almost trancelike state. He was convincing himself that he’d do something soon. He’d say something, or take action…soon but not yet. He was just waiting for the right time, as he seemed to always be doing, but it had yet to arrive, as it always was.
By Taylor Van Zant6 months ago in Fiction
Lost Ones
Awakening from the shore should be terrifying. But it’s not. Having spent three years on a small island all by herself should scare her, but it doesn’t. Alisa was a witch. Came from a very long line of witches. This island is her home. Sure it was gifted to her by her aunt and uncle but it’s not like anyone can easily travel over here.
By Hazel Rivers6 months ago in Fiction
Color of Divide Part 3. Content Warning.
This is a fictional story series derived out of my brain. This is a modern love story of two teenagers who live in a bigoted universe of divide and conquer. Kaden and Mirabella show love, compassion, and fear the fear of two towns divided by hate and fear, instead of love. in the end part 4 they are married live happily ever after.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Fiction
Wanna Be Yours
Oliver walked down Celeste’s duchy garden. It was evening, the sun setting creating a serene glow. He listened for the sounds of paint. Brushes moving against a board. His eyes fall onto a very familiar sight. The late Duke’s daughter, Milan. His eyes trail over her long brown hair. Her sun-kissed brown skin. The way her delicate fingers held the paint brush.
By Hazel Rivers6 months ago in Fiction
Villain in the World. Content Warning.
“Forgive me." A fractured glimpse of a broken memory surged through his mind. It was sharp and haunting, but vanished into the void just like it was. A single teardrop fell on the back of his left hand. The teardrop was cool and heavy, but also silent to him. He turned his eyes to it, but surprisingly was numb to its touch.
By sfhbmjfawfg6 months ago in Fiction
Kely, the Fool's Initiation. Content Warning.
1- The Birth of Passion Facing my bathroom mirror lit by a spring sun, I contemplated my body while applying a moisturizer, running my hands over the muscles of my calves and then my thighs, rising toward my stomach and chest.
By CECILE HEBELLE6 months ago in Fiction
