Fantasy
Elyndor
Elyndor moved through the dense foliage of Eldrath Forest, her keen senses attuned to the whispers of the wind and the subtle rustling of leaves. Thranduil's charge weighed heavily upon her, and her every step carried the weight of elven duty. The bow in her hands, a conduit of both protection and potential conflict, seemed to pulse with anticipation.
By Lavender Gooms3 years ago in Fiction
Grusha
Deep within the ominous shadow of the Murkwood, a vast expanse of twisted trees and murky swamps, an orc named Grusha moved with an unexpected grace. Unlike the brutish stereotype often associated with her kind, Grusha possessed an innate wisdom and a fervent belief in diplomacy. Clad in tattered garments adorned with crude symbols, she navigated the treacherous terrain with a purpose that defied the warlike nature of her kin.
By Lavender Gooms3 years ago in Fiction
Elyndor
In the heart of the ancient Eldrath Forest, where sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of towering trees, a lone elf named Elyndor moved with the grace of the wind. Clad in intricate silver and green garments that blended seamlessly with the natural surroundings, she navigated the labyrinthine trails with an innate familiarity. Her keen elven senses allowed her to discern the subtlest rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the wind.
By Lavender Gooms3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dimension
On a stormy night, Thomas, a fearless scientist, decided to explore a strange phenomenon occurring in his laboratory. A rift had opened in the fabric of reality, revealing a distorted and ominous landscape. Intrigued, Thomas dubbed the phenomenon "The Last Dimension."
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Fiction
Night Child
Em a remote city shrouded in shadows, where nights were longer than usual, lived a man named Edgar. He was known as the "Son of the Night" because his life was intertwined with darkness since birth. His past was a mystery, enveloped in dark legends that echoed through the dirty alleys of the city.
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Fiction
Little Angel
In the depths of a dark and haunted forest, a small village harbored sinister secrets. As night fell, an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the dilapidated houses and silent streets. A local family, the Andersons, lived in an isolated house at the end of the street.
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen; Chapter 2
I approach the iron door at the back of Ragna's temple. As always, it opens for me. I don't see many as I wind my way through the Temple Shadows, winding my way down to the War Hall. Hidden deep under the temple, it should be lit by torches, yet the light during the day doesn't come from torches. I still wasn't sure where the mirrors were or how they got the light down this far, but I was grateful for it.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Disaster
**A draft from last year, I was going to submit for a challenge but didn't finish in time!** If walls could talk I could tell all the horrors I've witnessed, I am a prison wall after all. I've seen everything from people completely breaking down, screaming for help, fights, having every bodily fluid thrown at me and the other walls, to the worst which is death in many forms. It's rare for me to see any sort of happiness, which is why when I do I tend to hold on to every detail, and those are the stories I would love to share with anyone that would listen.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Fiction
