Historical
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Great King Rat
Once upon a time, there lived a fat bastard named Eric Cartman. Tired of his arch nemesis Kyle destroying his plans to take over the throne of England, Eric composed of a cunning plan to seize the throne for himself and get his mother out of the brothel. Never again would he ask the evil Jew for advice. He would carry out his plan, whether Kyle liked it or not. As he scoffed every chicken leg in sight, he called his servant Butters into his chamber.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
The sacred silence
**The Sacred Silence** In a world that is constantly in motion, where noise fills every corner and chatter never seems to cease, silence often feels like a rare treasure—an oasis in the desert of daily life. Yet, sacred silence is not merely the absence of sound; it is a profound state of being, a space where the soul finds peace and connection with the divine. It is in these moments of stillness that we can listen deeply—not just to the world around us, but to the whispers of our own hearts, and to the divine presence that resides within us.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
The mysteries of the pyramids
The Pyramids of Egypt, particularly the Great Pyramid at Giza, are among the most iconic and enduring symbols of ancient civilization. Built over 4,000 years ago, these massive stone structures continue to mystify historians, archaeologists, and visitors alike. The reasons for their construction, the methods used to build them, and their deeper significance remain subjects of intense debate and fascination.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
The first step on the moon
The first step on the moon is one of the most iconic moments in human history, symbolizing humanity’s boundless curiosity and relentless pursuit of exploration. On July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong, commander of the Apollo 11 mission, became the first person to set foot on the lunar surface. This moment was not just a triumph of technology and science but also a remarkable achievement in human perseverance and ambition.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
The last warrior of a fallen empire
The battlefield lay silent, shrouded in the thick fog of death and decay. The once-mighty empire of Vareth had crumbled under the weight of betrayal, its banners now torn and trampled in the bloodied earth. Among the ruins stood a lone warrior—Rhaen, the last protector of a kingdom that no longer existed.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
