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Fate of the Seventh: Prologue
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Laborers along the River Aéyv in the royal city of Delfirth were the first to notice when the strong eastward current suddenly reversed and oozed languidly towards the west. Word spread throughout the city within the hour. But while the common folk were preoccupied by superstitious gossip, the royal family were alarmed when the queen had failed to appear to court before midday. Her chambers were ordered searched: her bed was made, there was no sign of struggle, everything was uncannily pristine. After the castle had been nearly torn apart to search for her, there was an uproar as the wells of Delfirth now tasted of bitter salt.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Echo of Midnight Creek
At the edge of the Appalachian Mountains, nestled in an uncharted valley, lay a town few remembered: Midnight Creek. Known only to the locals as a place with a strange stillness, Midnight Creek was where the wind never whispered, and the nights hung heavier than in the rest of the world.
By Mavdi16172 years ago in Fiction
The Unpleasantness and Inconvenience of War
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Then silence fell, and in time she was forgotten, as so often is the case in life. Hello, friend (or foe, I do not judge). The green valleys and hills, the crystal blue waters and the reverse waterfalls of the glorious kingdom soon adapted. Even the people, the great and the good, the insignificant and ne'er-do-wells, over time forgot. They became indifferent. Passion, mourning and fear of change were soon passed over for "getting on with it... life".
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Kindness is a beautiful lesson
You lean back in your chair, considering my question deeply. The flicker of the candle on the table casts shadows that dance across your thoughtful face.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Life Circle
My back-door neighbors disappear almost fully every summer. It’s a slow, patchy, green obscuration, courtesy of a tall persimmon tree next to the fence that separates our houses. Today morning, as I stand at the kitchen sink filling water in a small saucepan and look out of the window in the back, their seasonal eclipsing is almost at totality. Only an edge of their terracotta tile roof and part of the upstairs window remain. Come fall, the gaps between the branches of the tree, bending under the weight of many fruit, will widen. And, as I walk through the different levels of my house, I’ll start to catch glimpses of them again. An upside-down triangle view of their patio door and the periodic appearance of the man as he jogs in circles around his house. Or, of the lady sitting on the step with her back resting against the pale brown-pink walls, head tilted, and her eyes closed against the sun. I always feel a strange reassurance at their reappearance. We don’t know each other, but they’re part of a cycle I unconsciously track, and though I can never be sure of the shape their return will take, I still count on the little predictability it offers.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Arjun and Meera. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Bengaluru, where skyscrapers stood tall and the hustle never seemed to end, lived Arjun—a dedicated software engineer who was always available. His phone would buzz with emails and messages at all hours, and he prided himself on never missing a call or turning down a request. This constant availability had earned him accolades at work, but it also led to a growing sense of burnout and discontent.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Self-Love
In the heart of urban Mumbai, amidst the bustling streets and vibrant life, lived Aakash. A successful software engineer by day and a painter by night, Aakash had everything that seemed perfect from the outside. Yet, inside, he was constantly battling a sense of emptiness and an insatiable need for validation.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
SOARING ABOVE, ROOTED BELOW: EMBRACING OUR GIFTS
Once upon a time, in a vibrant village nestled between lush green fields and shimmering streams, there lived two brothers—Fowl, a sturdy chicken, and Dove, a graceful bird. They were not just brothers by birth; they were the best of friends, sharing laughter and dreams as they explored the countryside together. Every day brought new adventures, filled with discoveries that sparked their imaginations.
By Sam Jethro 2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey to My Wife's Heart
Three years ago, if you’d asked me, "Can you cook?" my answer would’ve been a sheepish, “Umm... I can make Maggie” And even that was hit or miss—either overcooked or too watery. Life was simple and uncomplicated until I got married.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
THE SHELL OF COURAGE
In a time long ago, in a lush and vibrant land filled with verdant forests, babbling brooks, and sprawling meadows, lived a community of animals that thrived together in harmony. Among these animals was a tortoise named Tulu, known for her kind heart and gentle spirit. Tulu was admired by all for her wisdom and patience, but there was one thing that set her apart from the other creatures: her soft, vulnerable shell.
By Sam Jethro 2 years ago in Fiction
Sodom!
Then Abraham approached him and said: “Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked? Genesis, 18:23, New International Version
By M.2 years ago in Fiction
The Keeper Secret
The Keeper’s Secret In the small, mist-laden village of Willow’s Edge, tales of mystery and magic traveled through the generations. Tucked between ancient hills and shrouded forests, Willow’s Edge held secrets older than the village itself, stories whispered from one Keeper to another over centuries. The Keeper was always chosen, never revealed to the village until their time to serve began, and with the title came the weight of the village’s deepest mystery—a secret known only to the Keeper.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Fiction