Fantasy
"The Shadows of Whispering Pines: A Tale of Courage and Redemption"
Ram, Riya, and Sha, three adventurous teenagers, stumbled upon an ancient mansion nestled deep within Whispering Pines forest. The mansion, abandoned for decades, exuded an eerie aura that drew them in like moths to a flame.
By "Crafter of Dreams: A Journey Through the Worlds of Imagination"3 years ago in Fiction
The Serum
"And you really think this will work?" Mark Denver, as CEO of a floundering pharmaceutical company, needed to hear an emphatic "Yes!" from his researchers in order to be able to sleep well again. If what they had achieved was real, then this would revolutionise obesity management in the health sector forever. And he would reap the rewards: fame, money, success. He could feel the benefits padding his life out already.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Different Worlds; Same Pressures
Author notes: This is the drafted opening of my new fantasy book. This is the first book I have tried to write where I have a clear vision of the entire character arc and outline. This is my first draft of an opening so any notes are welcomed and encouraged!
By Kevin Newton3 years ago in Fiction
Ogma's Candle
Aislinn envied the sea. It was as strange and beautiful today as it had been when her grandmother was a child, at least in the memories the old woman could see clearly and talk about. Bards sang of Cuchulain’s war with it, but it had no scars, nor had it yielded an inch of its empire. No one argued with the sea, or scolded it to change. It was old and powerful enough to be accepted and honored just as it was. She wondered if she would ever reach that age, or be gazed at with such longing and adoration. Probably not, given what her father had commanded her to do.
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
She Comes With Spring
She comes with the rising of the temperatures, the budding of the trees, and the blooming of the flowers. Gracefully, she flows into the meadows, fragrantly scenting up all around her. Calmly, she waits for some soul to join her, quietly luring them to her. She’s as ancient as time and as patient as any predator. Her beauty has met no equal, and men gladly die at her feet with a smile. She is more deadly than nightshade and more poisonous than hemlock. They call her Poison Penny, and she comes with Spring
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
In a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, there stood a cozy old bookstore named "Aurelia's Pages." Its weathered façade told tales of countless stories, its wooden shelves harbored memories of bygone eras, and its scent was a blend of yellowing pages and nostalgia.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of Secrets
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a secret that had been passed down through generations. It was a tale whispered in hushed tones, a story that danced on the edges of reality and myth.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Royal Chess
The wind outside the castle was cold and icy but I didn’t care ,my white coat kept most of the wind out , my grandma said I can go outside a little bit ,I am aloud to go and play so long I promise her to not go near the fence of the garden .After a whole day I begged her and tried everything to just go outside and go play , I was only 7 years old and have a lot of energy inside me .I was on cloud 9 when my grandma say I can go outside ,the walls of this castle was driving me crazy ,I wasn’t allowed to play outside because it was too cold and our winter here in Green land get extreme cold ,only my father who was the Alpha king of the north was allowed to go outside .As soon I step inside the garden , I left both of my arms up and pretend to be an airplane then started to make like a air plane .My grandma was taking a sit by the garden chair , I wasn’t paying attention to her, all I care that moment was the amazing feeling of the wind through my hair while I run around the garden in the snow .I was just glad that I can come outside to play a little bit, even if it was only for few minutes. The air around me suddenly got more cold while I was running through the snow ,it made me stop in my tract , my heart started to beat faster and I could see my own breath in front of me .It was then when something caught the corner of my eye ,something red ,I turned to my right to see what caught my attention and saw the most beautiful red rose I ever saw, it was a rose on a small hill at the garden, the rose was almost blood red and stood out from all the other flowers in the garden .I couldn’t take my eyes of the red rose ,it felted like the rose was calling my name out and had the most beautiful calm deep voice .My feet started to move by itself and drag me closer to the Rose on the small hill ,before I knew it ,I was standing in front of the red rose .I could heard the voice who was calling my name clear now “Aliya….Aliya” .Who ever it was had the most calming voice and made me feel save. I step the closer to the rose and place my hand over the sting of the rose, I was in a trance and wasn’t even paying attention what was going on, the voice who called my name out sounded like a melody to my ears. I heard my name again but this time it come from my left by the fence of the garden ,when I looked up to my left my eyes caught some one eyes ,it was a man who looked like he was in his 18 .His eyes was silver blue and he had a strong face futures ,the little what I could see , most was cover up with his black coat what he was wearing. His eyes were so blue it felted like he could see right through my soul, he made me nervous, and I found myself gasping for air, I wasn’t paying attention what I was doing, one of the thorns pricked my thumb deep. My attention was immediately on my thumb, it started to burn like fire and blood was coming out were the rose sting me, I looked at my thumb and I swear my hand turn red, like an allergic reaction of a bee sting. It hurts so bad making my whole body goes into pain, I couldn’t breathe all what I could do was screamed of the pain, what was running through every vein and very part of my small body. I felted so weak and was acne of the pain that I fall to my knees on the snow ,I could heard my grandma voice calling my name out ,the sound of her voice come more closer by the minute ,I try to look to the my right and saw my grandmother who was running up to me and before I knew it everything before my eyes turns Black.
By joelien Gerber 3 years ago in Fiction
Waste Summoner: The Rebellious Little Evil Consort
In the darkness of the night, a sinister light flickered in Yun Bei's eyes. "Yun Nan, you truly are my dear sister!" Today marked the thirteenth birthday of the twin sisters, and Yun Nan, breaking from tradition, brought over a bowl of longevity noodles, uttering a string of warm-hearted words. Yun Bei, moved to tears, consumed the noodles gratefully. Before she could finish, she passed out.
By XiaoZhiYuanChuang3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Conversations
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there existed an old, weathered cafe named "Echoes." Its name derived from the peculiar quality of the place - conversations seemed to linger in the air long after they had ceased. It was said that if one listened closely, they could hear the echoes of past dialogues, whispers of love, arguments, and laughter.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Serendipitous Encounters
In the heart of the Aegean Sea lies the enchanting island of Santorini, a place where azure waters meet towering cliffs adorned with whitewashed buildings. It was on this picturesque island that Sarah found herself one summer, seeking solace from the chaos of everyday life and hoping to uncover a sense of serenity amidst the cobblestone streets and breathtaking sunsets.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
