Historical
THREE HERMITS
As the ship sailed smoothly across the calm waters, a bishop stood on the deck, taking in the salty air and the cries of seagulls overhead. He was on his way to the Solovetsk Monastery, accompanied by a number of pilgrims who were eager to visit the shrines at that holy place.
By Taiwo Oyeyinka2 years ago in Fiction
The Snake Queen. Content Warning.
The ballroom once pulsed with life, a symphony of chatter, music, and the rhythmic swirl of dancers under glittering chandeliers. At the heart of it all spun the princess, radiant and carefree. Her laughter rang like silver bells, her skirts fanning out as she twirled with her dear friends. The King watched from his throne, his gaze stern and disapproving. Her lack of decorum grated against his sense of order, but he held his tongue. Her joy was infectious, too bright to snuff out—at least for now.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
The Library of Lost Souls . AI-Generated.
In the heart of a mystical forest, hidden from mortal eyes, stood an ancient library. Its walls were crafted from a strange, glowing stone that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The library's name was whispered in awe by those who knew of its existence: the Library of Lost Souls.
By Pooja Vishwakarma2 years ago in Fiction
Flitter-mouse
My word: Flitter-mouse Flitter-mouse is a Tudor period word for bat I like this better than bat, maybe because it's more literal in its descriptiveness as bats do look a little like flying mice; although if you see one up close, you realise that they're not really like mice at all. It made me wonder where the word "bat" came from if "flitter-mouse" is what they called them in Tudor times.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Watching the Sun Glow
The clock struck 4 as the alarms began. Alice was unaware of what was happening around her, being deaf. All she knew was that something was wrong. Extremely wrong. Before, the world was dark, and everything was quiet. Now, it was like watching the sun glow. In the distance, a mushroom? No, a cloud! What was that thing? Alice was trying to comprehend what it was when she was ripped away from the sight, her mother tugging her toward the Bombing bunker, but Alice suddenly stopped. She stood and watched..the cloud getting darker..and darker..until a blast of light blinded her. She turned away, a burning sensation against her back. She got into the bunker, but by the force of the shock wave. When she got in, and the doors were shut, people stood there..puzzled. She was still alive, sure, but with no damage other than a little rash on her back? Alice thought it had been seconds that she had waited, but no. She was out there a few minutes after the bomb dropped, having full exposure to the radiation. The people in the bunker knew that now Alice was used to scavenge for them, to hunt for life. She was like a walking camera, watching the time-lapse of the outside world after the bomb dropped, as radiation burned into buildings, plants and soil becoming unable to walk on. The world was only now seen as a wasteland, and the people of the city were simply subjects to be studied on by the rich who had access to the outside with protection from all radiation. One day, Alice leaves the bunker as she normally does, just to never return. She was taken by the controllers, the scientists. As she’s fighting to escape, she loses consciousness, losing all chances of staying. Her eyes opened to the lights above her, almost as blinding as the first day. She was strapped to a metal table, the room dark. There were multiple lines inside her arms, filling with fluid. Alice sat up, only to see a figure sneaking into the room. The figure came close, seeing that Alice was awake. It was the Controller's daughter, who was tasked with watching the girl as she lay dormant. This girl was Donna, And when Alice felt no hope, Donna spoke. The two were going to help each other. Alice was used as the subject to be tormented, and Donna was the one escorting the subject to every location, to move property from one place to another. When Sr-90 broke out (As the bomb detonated), The real colors of Donna’s father were revealed. He left her to perish in the world, while he went to hide. She barely survived, but wanted to prove she was something to him. The two stayed dormant for a few weeks, watching guard changes, outfit swaps, people come in only to be tested on. Then, when the night grew long and the days grew short, They took their flee. Unfortunately..only Alice could escape. The realization that she lost her only friend..Alice was alone again. She felt lost, until she saw something..familiar. It was her home! It had lasted this whole time! but..Alice didn't want to go back to the bunker. She didn't want to go back to being nothing. As she got into her home, there was scavenger trash everywhere..but nobody was there. She collapsed into the chair that her mother once signed her in, and opened a can. Inside the can was food that made Alice feel..comfort. The comfort made her feel at peace, the silence that she always heard..sounded perfect.
By TheDarkSpynx2 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Southern Swamps
Low sun crept over the Louisiana straight, to paint the sky with tones of blood orange and faint violet. Clara threaded her way through infinitesimal streams, examining this minute pirogue, the wooden boat squeaking under her weight.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
James Jackson was an ordinary young man. He lived a simple life, but he often had strange dreams. These dreams were vivid and unusual. Sometimes, he dreamed about an ancient battlefield. Other times, he saw flying cars and futuristic cities. James thought these dreams were just his imagination. But his life changed completely when he found a strange device in his grandfather's old closet.
By Madiha Mughal2 years ago in Fiction









