Mystery
Who's the real monsters
Slowly making my way down the vents I paid attention to every sound that was made. Hannah's conversation kept replaying in my head. She has a mother who's still alive and is most likely close by. Thinking I could use this to my advantage and if she tries to get me sent to either The Thing from the Pit or Nurse Ratchet I'll come down on her hard. That would explain why everyone has been sucking up to her.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
I Boarded a Train That Shouldn’t Exist — and Woke Up in a City Without Direction
It started with the sound of wheels — not in my head, but out there. Somewhere. Somehow. I was sitting on a bench in a train station I didn’t remember entering. No ticket in hand. No bags. Just me, shivering slightly in a coat that still smelled faintly of rain and old cologne.
By Vocal Member about a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim When you hear the word "cherub," a single image likely comes to mind: a plump, rosy-cheeked baby with tiny wings, often seen in Renaissance art or on Valentine's Day cards. This cute, harmless figure is a cornerstone of popular culture, but it's a world away from the reality described in scripture. The true biblical cherub is a powerful, fearsome, and magnificent being, a high-ranking member of the angelic hierarchy.
By Sthephanieabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Pines
In the far edges of the old forest, where the pine trees bend like monks in prayer and moonlight hangs heavy like secrets, two foxes moved side by side. One was swift, amber-eyed, her steps light as wind over water. The other, limping but proud, carried old scars that time refused to erase. Their names were lost to the world, but to each other, they were everything.
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
The Third Sun
In the skies of Velora, a planet warmed by three radiant suns, light was life. The people built their homes, cities, and faiths around the celestial trio—Solari, Ember, and Veyra—each rising in a different part of the sky, bathing the world in constant glow.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
Strike Team Revised
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the arena for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of making it through.
By Liz Burtonabout a year ago in Fiction
