Fantasy
There Once Was
"Easy Hunter, he's probably just a regular bandit," a shelf flew past his head, "who happens to be really strong." Peering over the table, he witnessed the cloaked robber rummaging amongst the refuse. "What's he searching for anyways?" Seeing him pick up a coin purse, Hunter feared that if he were to run off with it that they'd never be able to pay the pied piper, let alone the cheese tax.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
A Pine in the Wind
The fire brought warmth, but the cold eyes of the council pierced him like the biting winter winds. Rayne did not want to be this far from the colony, but the privacy of the issue required it. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his ears in respect and humility, anxious over his secret now revealed. If anyone could help, the elders could, but their stares around the dancing flames shook his resolve.
By Layson Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Turning Pages of Life
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a little bookstore tucked away on a quiet street, run by a woman named Maggie. She was known for her warm smile and her ability to recommend the perfect book for anyone who walked through her door. Maggie often spoke about "Turning Pages of Life" as if it was a real book. She believed that each person's life was like a story waiting to be written, with every choice and experience turning the pages to reveal a new chapter. One day, a young man named Alex wandered into Maggie's bookstore, feeling lost and unsure about his future. He struck up a conversation with Maggie, and she listened intently to his worries about making the right decisions. In response, Maggie handed him a worn, leather-bound book titled "Turning Pages of Life." She explained that it was a collection of stories from people who had faced challenges, made tough choices, and ultimately found their own paths. As Alex flipped through the pages, he read about a woman who left her corporate job to travel the world, a man who overcame his fears to pursue his passion for painting, and a student who found the courage to stand up for what she believed in. Inspired by the stories, Alex realized that his life was just another chapter waiting to be written. With newfound determination, he thanked Maggie and left the bookstore with a sense of purpose. Months later, Alex returned to the bookstore with a bright smile on his face. He shared with Maggie how the stories in "Turning Pages of Life" had encouraged him to take a leap of faith and pursue his dream of starting a community outreach program. Maggie beamed with pride, knowing that the book had helped another person find their way. From that day on, "Turning Pages of Life" became a symbol of hope and inspiration for anyone seeking guidance in their own story. And so, the little bookstore continued to be a place where people could find not just books, but also the wisdom and encouragement to turn the pages of their own lives.
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
A bit of a tortured soul
Sure thing! Here's a story about a guy named Jake who's a bit of a tortured soul: So, there's this dude, Jake, who's always got this heavy vibe about him. You know, the kind of guy who's always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's got this haunted look in his eyes, like he's seen things most people can't even imagine. See, Jake had a rough childhood. His parents split when he was young, and he ended up bouncing around foster homes. He never really felt like he belonged anywhere, and that left a mark on him. As he grew up, Jake struggled to find his place in the world. He drifted from job to job, never really finding something that lit a fire in him. He had this restlessness, like he was searching for something, but he didn't even know what it was. On the outside, Jake seemed like a regular guy, cracking jokes and hanging out with friends. But deep down, he was wrestling with all these demons from his past. It was like he was carrying this invisible burden that no one else could see. But then, one day, Jake stumbled into this art class. He'd never been into that kind of thing before, but there was something about the colors and the shapes that drew him in. He started painting, pouring all his emotions onto the canvas. And you know what? It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Through his art, Jake found a way to express all the pain and turmoil he'd been holding inside. He started to find some peace, and people started to see a different side of him. Sure, he still had his moments of darkness, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes now. He realized that he didn't have to be defined by his past, that he could create something beautiful out of all the chaos inside him. So, Jake kept painting, and with each stroke of the brush, he chipped away at the walls he'd built around his heart. He was still a bit of a tortured soul, but now he had an outlet for all that pain. And in the end, that made all the difference for him. Hope that story hits the spot for you!
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
Two Wrinkles In Time. Top Story - May 2024.
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
Royal Misfortune. Content Warning.
The banished princess had been living off the land for several weeks, by now. The forest was still testing her, showing little sympathy, but each evening felt less and less like death. Perhaps someday it could feel like home, she mused. Maybe after some time had passed she could venture into civilization in search of an ally. For the moment, she was on her own, and she was doing alright.
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Fiction
A Whole Day
¶ The clock above the door read 10:02. ¶ As Mr. Sorin, the geography teacher, rambled on about some tristate area half a country away, Jake stared at the blackboard, trying to make sense of the map. The teacher, in his brilliance, had drawn the map sideways, with the compass to North pointing lazilily off to the right. Indeed, the teacher had gone the extra mile to turn the N into a Z, to match the orientation.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
In one of the busiest downtown of New York, there was a young woman named Lily who harboured an odd passion - hanging appearances. She was gifted with the ability to see people from near as well as with her eyes, enjoying to watch their behavior, look at their faces eat their expression and observe their feelings. She was mingling in it just for fun, she was probably trying to have her own escape from her boring life and enjoy others.
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Fiction
