Series
Talea Lightheart - The Healing Step
Talea Lightheart - The Healing Step The halls of Losend’s Haven, the largest hospital in the city, never knew silence. The murmurs of the sick, the hurried steps of healers, the weary sighs of caretakers. It was a place where suffering clung to the air like mist.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
Seraphine Dewstride - The Dawnbringer
Seraphine Dewstride - The Dawnbringer Halle had always been a place of revelry and peace. The halfling town nestled against the river’s bend, its thatched roof burrows and cobblestone paths warmed by the golden glow of lanternlight. Families laughed over their hearths, and the scent of fresh-baked food carried through the valley on the evening breeze.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
My Grandmother’s Mirror Only Reflects the Dead
The Mirror’s First Secret I almost sold the mirror the day after Grandma Lillian’s funeral. It was an ugly thing—a heavy oak frame carved with twisting vines, the glass smoky with age. But Mom insisted: "She wanted you to have it. Said it was special."
By MUHAMMAD Abbasabout a year ago in Fiction
Some Letters Should Not Be Found
Part I of this story was published last week: ****** Peter made his usual morning coffee and sat down at his desk. It was still early and quiet in the office. He took the letter out of his coat pocket, opened it, and read it:
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Fiction
Savant Veila - The Aegis of Sages
Savant Veila - The Aegis of Lore In the heart of Cradlebrook, among the gilded shelves of Cradlebrook’s great library The Golden Gathering, Savant Veila sat within the embrace of knowledge. Though to many she was merely a librarian, to those who sought wisdom, she was Delnator’s chosen. She was the quiet force of knowledge shaping Goodhollow’s destiny.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
After The Sunset The Stars As My Witness. Content Warning.
As for Danae, she had her knight in shining armour. In the city, as she ran errands she would feel eyes stripping her bare and snarky comments low enough for her to hear them, but no one dared to touch her because they feared Perseus, and that's what she feared if Perseus died during the quest she would have to be her own knight but she wasn't as big and tough as her son and she hated violence. She’d have to marry the king to be protected from the predators waiting to pounce on her, The King, though a predator in Danae’s eyes, she felt he was a better predator, at least she would be queen.
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) about a year ago in Fiction
The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth
The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth The Divine Pantheon of the World of Hurth The world of Hurth is shaped not only by its people and lands but by the divine forces that guide, challenge, and inspire those who dwell within it. The gods of Hurth represent the many facets of existence, each wielding influence over their respective, sometimes overlapping, domains and watching over their followers with wisdom, fury, laughter, or cunning. Some shape destinies with a firm and guiding hand, while others revel in chaos, their influence unpredictable yet undeniable. Whether through grand temples adorned with sacred symbols, whispered prayers in tended fiends and hidden groves, or desperate cries upon the battlefield, the presence of the divine is inescapable.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
Elion - The Silent Collector
Elion - The Silent Collector Though its name suggested stillness, Port Silence was never truly quiet. The world continued as it always had, merchants locking their shops, sailors securing their vessels, revelers stumbling from taverns, their laughter carrying through the darkness. But beneath the hum of city life, unseen and unnoticed, a quieter force walked among them. Not a lord, not a warrior, not even a priest, but something far older, far greater.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Four (Part 16)
The first time my best friend met my father, he had a gun pointed at my heart; the next, it was aimed at his own head. Two silent moments, nestled on the ledge of violence. Two chance meetings, bookends to a weekend that would change my young life and the lives of everyone around me forever.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
Oh Babe You're So Wet
Hunkering on the damp altar, the unwitting nuptial participants blinked at each other. One flicked a lazy tongue. The priest chanted louder, the better to reach the damp ears of the rain gods. A fortnight later, the skies wept. Possibly over the drowned crops and devastated buildings. The newlyweds, who didn't care how soggy things got, were brought back for a swift divorcement. That done, the priest prodded the sodden earth with a doleful toe. He eyed the clouds, pondering divine bureaucracy.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Thorne Stormfoot- The Wrath of Trantor
Thorne Stormfoot- The Wrath of Trantor The people of Baywatch had always lived in peace. Their days were spent basking beneath the golden glow of the sun, their nights lulled by the whispers of the tide. Fishing boats glided across the waters, markets bustled with fresh catches, and laughter echoed through cobbled streets.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
