Fantasy
Pissing on Fate. Content Warning.
I reach between my legs, past the thick black fuzz and probe between, in the hot, secret place. There it is! There's a knack. To release the pressure so you can pull it out easily. It slides out, and I angle it so that the contents plash on the white toilet bowl. Hitching up my knickers, I peer at the art I've made. It's a good one. I'd left the cup in long enough to get a good amount, but not so long it lost its colour. It's rich in detail, and I drink it all in. Metaphorically, obviously. Its consistency and colour, how far it's spread, where it's thickest, or brightest. How it moves down the sloping porcelain, too. Each clot Tells a story. Tea leave are for noobs. This is so much better. I will of course still pour my clients tea when they arrive, and peer at the leaves, like I'm peering at this right now. But I'll mostly do it for the look of the thing. Wait... that can't be right.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Mystical Mirage: The Ego's Labyrinth
In the ancient land of Ardynia, nestled amidst lush forests and rolling hills, two opposing forces clashed: the Ego-driven and the Egotistical. At the heart of the conflict lay the mysterious Temple of Balance, a place of immense power where the forces of light and darkness converged.
By Anthony K. Bryan-KagintonPackage3 years ago in Fiction
The Teachers' Lounge: A Tense Look Behind the Faculty Door
Carla Nowak (Leonie Benesch) is a seventh-grade homeroom instructor who tries to impart goodness and free reasoning among her young understudies. Be that as it may, her standards are tested when one of them is called up by the school specialists under doubt of robbery.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Four
Once upon a time, a magical forest known as the Whispering Woods existed in a world not too different from our own. It was a place where the trees were not just trees but wise, ancient beings that had seen the world change over countless centuries. Their leaves whispered secrets of old, and their roots intertwined with the very essence of magic.
By VNessa Erlene3 years ago in Fiction
Behold the Guardian of the Forest
Lo, as she walks with the fae, the Guardian silently observes what surrounds her, looking for anything out of place or threatening to her vast wooded kingdom. Dressed in a flowing diaphanous blue gown, she appears to glide above the ground. The little glowing fairies who light her way also pick flowers and adorn her head with a crown of posies. Her long dark hair flows wildly from her head as she stares coldly at her surroundings, looking for intruders in her domain.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
I am a superhuman
Title: I Am a Superhuman: Exploring the Extraordinary Potential Within In the depths of our minds, beneath the layers of doubt and uncertainty, lies an untapped reservoir of potential waiting to be unleashed. It's the latent power within us that transcends the ordinary, a force that propels us to achieve the extraordinary. "I am a superhuman," a statement that may seem audacious at first glance, but when dissected, reveals the essence of human capability and resilience.
By Niraj Ghimire3 years ago in Fiction
Burnt Toast and Button Dreams
Not your typical farmyard dweller was Bartholomew Boggins, or Bart as his lone friend Mildred the milkmaid referred to him with affection. Bart was a Fubbt, not like the talkative hens or the stoic cows. Now, you may wonder, what precisely is a Fubbt. Philosophers, fearful people (because, let's face it, (Fubtts can be shocking at first glance), and even Bart himself have been perplexed by that subject.
By Richard Weber3 years ago in Fiction
The Mythical serpent Next to Me: A Test of Viewpoint . Content Warning.
Challenge Accepted The musical bang against my back wasn't a heartbeat, not in the human sense. It was a sluggish, intentional beat of force, a contrast to the hysterical pounding of my own. Ignis, the Purplish blue Fierceness, was certainly not a consoling presence. He was a whirlwind in scales, his sapphire conceal getting the blurring daylight like a broke mirror.
By Creative Chronicles3 years ago in Fiction
The Unknown Forest
The sun was setting and Samantha was lost. She had entered the forest to harvest some edible mushrooms, but she had not marked her way like her mother had told her. Her mother had warned her about being in the woods after dark, and the setting sun started to worry the young girl. A cool breeze floated through the trees and Samantha heard something move behind her. Turning quickly she dropped the basket of mushrooms and backed away from the noise. To her surprise a small rabbit hopped through the foliage.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
