Series
Shadows of the Past
Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past The warm, golden light of dawn washed over the city of Tel Aviv, casting long shadows over its modern skyline. But for Adam Rahman, the light could never touch the cold corners of his memory. He stood still at his apartment window, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, eyes locked on the distant horizon. To most, this was just another morning. To Adam, it was the start of something dark. Again.
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Punishment
Get this published book here. An Excerpt from the Book by Joey Raines Rain was coming down like the world was ending, each drop smashing against the windshield like tiny bombs. The wipers couldn't keep up, squealing and scraping as they fought back and forth in time with Luke's pounding heart. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, hands slippery with sweat even though the October cold was seeping through his car's broken heater.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner’s Highly Unrecommended Travelogue - #78: An Unwanted, Unwarranted, Game of Tag
Dodge prided himself on being many things—a skilled gatherer, an expert climber, and, most importantly, someone who rarely made a fool of himself. Unfortunately, today was shaping up to be an exception.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner’s Highly Unrecommended Travelogue - #42 Oh, for nice calm Rocks!
Dodge crouched low, sniffing at the ashy earth, boots kicking up faint wisps of soot. The Ember Root had to be here somewhere. Flora had been very clear— 'Find it. Bring it back. Don't get yourself killed.'
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner’s Highly Unrecommended Travelogue - #61 Air Boars and Thorny Regrets
Dodge was having a good day. Which meant something terrible was surely about to happen. The clearing was quiet, the breeze gentle, and he had just spotted the perfect specimen of Silverthorn—lush, sprawling vines wrapped around the edges of the glade like nature’s barbed wire. He pulled out his enchanted harvesting blade, whispered the obligatory 'please' (Flora swore it helped, and Dodge wasn't about to argue with thorn-related superstitions), and prepared to make his first cut.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
The Chosen; Chapter 5
We all sit in silence in the War Room. High Priestess Leoni and the rest of the temple staff were seeing to the townsfolk. She had promised to be back as quickly as possible. It was fairly obvious she hadn't wanted to be drawn away, but she had to. None of us had said anything since she had left us down here. Not that there was much to say.
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a year ago in Fiction
