Mystery
The Enchanted Hourglass
Legend had it that whoever controlled the hourglass held dominion over time itself. Many had sought its power, but none had succeeded in unlocking its secrets. Until, that is, the day a humble apprentice named Aria stumbled upon the tower while exploring the forbidden woods.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins
The stars shown us all the ways of the world. I had discovered this truth long ago when I was but of lesser age, I was one of the first in my family to have received an education, not just a home-study where one learns the work and ways of the world from and through family and their experiences, but I was given the opportunity to and receive a proper education from a tutor who said he taught the once and mighty Alexander, the one whose life was born in a feather that he wears upon his helmet. The man claiming this was one of elderly status, which here in Ravenswood, was nearly impossible. The average man and woman died at the old age of thirty, or somewhere before forty. This man had clearly surpassed the idea of death when hair was just to turn grey at spots, whereas this man, as I noticed upon his entering my father’s home upon invitation, was full grey and had a long shaggy beard that nearly touched his stomach. He walked hunched over and had a cane in his right hand to help him balance. He wore grey and black for his wardrobe, where his cloak that he took off and placed upon the rack, was blue.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Kingdom
In a world where time flowed like a river, there existed a kingdom unlike any other. The Clockwork Kingdom, as it was known, was a place where the past, present, and future intertwined in a mesmerizing dance orchestrated by the ticking of a thousand clocks.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of Echo Valley
Once upon a time, in a small, secluded town nestled within the misty mountains, there existed a place known as Echo Valley. Legend had it that the valley got its name from the strange phenomenon where echoes of voices lingered far longer than they should, sometimes carrying messages from the past.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Fiction
Silo
I don't know which day I'll lose him, but I know it's coming. So, while the vet checks Silo's heartbeat, I put my head down and pray as it's the only thing keeping me from feeling useless. I pray that death would have a change of plans and reschedule for another day, another week, or another month. But seeing as the vet took off his stethoscope and stood over him in silence, I realized that my prayers went unanswered. “It may seem irregular now but he's already lost so much weight. His body no longer responds to the stimulants, and you already said that he's still vomiting a lot. I'm really sorry that there's not much I can do. Especially after all he's done for me.” Silo placed his paw on his hand and the vet nodded to him, leaving the room to prepare the discharge papers. Then Silo turned towards me with his round golden eyes filled with fatigue, he had been battling this kidney disease for almost a year. The nurse came in and gave us a brief explanation of the discharge papers before handing them over. Then I reached in my purse for the car keys and placed Silo in a carrier bag. The vet returned with one hand reaching out for the bag and the other holding out an umbrella. “I'll help you to your car. It's raining.” He helped us into the car, and I started the engine, waving goodbye as he stepped back. He gave a half-smile as he waved back, then dropped his umbrella after a few moments to let the rain wash away his guilt. The drive seemed long with only the sound of heavy raindrops to fill the silence; Silo didn't even have the energy to claw his way out. When we arrived home, I took off my coat and dried him off with a small towel from the closet, then reached for his food bag to prepare his bowl. But every time I reached for the bag, he would move my hand away, and after multiple attempts he bit me. I gave up and went to sit on the recliner, propping up my feet to relax. He moved his small staircase next to the recliner and climbed onto my lap, spinning around a few times before curling himself down facing me. We sat in silence for a long time looking at one another, thinking back to the time when we first met.
By Shatanya Sche3 years ago in Fiction
