Fantasy
"Secrets of the Mystery Gully: Amelia's Uncommon Excursion into the Unexplored World"
Chapter 7: The Forge of Destiny Elysia's way driven her to the edge of a ruined no man's land known as the Burned Fields. The air was weighty with heat, and the ground broke underneath her feet. The remainders of a once-flourishing human progress lay dispersed, an obvious indication of the decimation that had occurred for this land.
By home doctor3 years ago in Fiction
Brotherhood of Shadows
The ancient oak grove remained a place of profound power and knowledge, a testament to the Brotherhood of Shadows' unwavering dedication. After their journey beyond the Veil of Shadows, the council members had returned with newfound wisdom, their bond with the unseen forces deepened.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
TN-421
For the past nine hours, Exio Sil and his skeleton crew of three, have been poorly navigating the unorthodox terrain of space beyond the fringes of the outer rim, trying to track down the rumors of a murderous Sith practitioner hiding out among the deep stars.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Milk and Death. Content Warning.
They should have known better than to entrust her with something so frail and so precious. Yet the lords had seemed keen on gifting her with the duty of caring for the abandoned spawling. She clutched the hatchling in her hands, careful not to damage its soft scales, yet mindful of its talons. Surely no good could come from this bestowment. Spawlings were odd creatures, with ears like horses, scales like dragons, and bodies like sugar gliders with a long strip of black fur racing down their back and ending at the tip of their tail in a tuff.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
The Man in the Trench Coat
Adelaide visited the same café, bright and early every morning. She sat, for the most part, unnoticed, just as she preferred, sipping a cup of coffee and struggling to write her novel on a laptop. And each day, she looked forward to seeing him, the man in the trench coat. He arrived every morning at nine o'clock on the dot, and without fail, he wore the trench coat. He cut quite the impressive figure, handsome and confident in attire and demeanor. He never glanced her way, but from where she sat at a corner table, Adelaide could watch him through half-shuttered lashes. What was beneath the trench coat, she could not help but wonder, her mind running rampant with possibilities.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction






