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Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether—Part 4
Marilyn sat in her OBGYN’s office for her first prenatal visit since being discharged from the hospital. The doctor was very late. She stood up in the crowded waiting room and approached the desk. There, a receptionist who couldn’t be any older than 18, looked up with a scripted smile.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Corvinia - Iseldir
Continuing my journeys North, I the terrain quickly turned more hilly and rough, though still beautiful. It seemed that all the time one was either travelling up or down but rarely ever straight on. Villages rather than towns seem to dot the surrounding area, always agricultural in nature, though it seemed strange to me that often one found grains and wheat fenced off and yet cattle would roam free, almost it seemed, abandoned. At my first enquiries I was assured that this was not the case. The cattle were marked by the owner so as to be identified and so could not be easily stolen. As for the fenced off areas, it seemed that ownership was taken most seriously among these people, trespass being one of the most rude affronts one man could afford another.
By Tomos Jacksonabout a year ago in Fiction
City of Sapphire Light
Though the train was quite empty, the street outside was bustling. It is almost like seeing my entire town times—I don’t know—a lot, walking the street all at once. But that paled in comparison to the towering buildings that almost get lost in the clouds. Some parts of the city even appear to be on floating islands! Floating islands! It mesmerized me. The streets were alight, not just with the sun, but with glowing blue lines traveling along the building walls and the street edge. “Are those sapphire lines?” I almost yell in excitement as I walk up to closest building. Stretching my arm out I place a finger on one of the blue lines. It sent a gentle buzz of energy through me—they were sapphire lines! Following the line with my eyes, I see it stopping at every light on the walls and street. “It is magic powered!” I exclaim. Realizing how loud my words were, I pull my body into my core shrinking as I dart my eyes around the crowded street. But not many people seem to have noticed—a few turned their eyes, but most just kept on their way. Looking back over at my finger only a fraction of a fraction of any inch away from the sapphire line itself. I can feel the wave and flow of it’s energy. If I just quiet myself I should be able to. . . ‘No Ravly, you came here to attend the academy. You will learn how to do this there.’ I remind myself bringing my back to the task at hand, Locating the Dalten City School of High Magic.
By M. W. Larsenabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether—Part 3
Dr. Tilden didn’t know what to do now, if anything. As the radiologist reading Marilyn Mayer’s prenatal ultrasound, she couldn’t understand the patient’s non-plussed reaction to the results being “puzzling.” Nor could she understand what Marilyn had meant by “everyone else” being in danger instead of her pregnancy.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Varrow: Part 1
Rheyn Varrow was having one of its moods again. The alley she walked down was getting narrower every few steps, like it thought she'd be more comfortable in a coffin. The walls pulsed like they were breathing through its own damp structure. Something in the bricks groaned.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether—Part 2. Top Story - May 2025.
Dr. Tilden was puzzled by Marilyn’s ultrasound. The uterus was a size compatible with a 12-week gestation, but it looked empty. Normally, this would be termed a failed pregnancy, a “blighted ovum,” or an “empty sac,” doomed as an inevitable miscarriage. Yet Marilyn’s serial blood tests demonstrated rising hCG hormones, indicating a healthy pregnancy.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Sam Gets a Shooting Lesson for Once
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga, wrapping up the companions' time with Damien Daimon, the Unwilling Antichrist, and the gifts and lessons he has for them before they tackle the final leg of their journey.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
She Wanted a Home; I Gave Her a Hallway
She slammed the door behind her, leaving the apartment in a silence that felt like a vacuum. The door didn't close completely; it remained slightly ajar. A draft from the hallway stirred a sticky note off the table, sending it fluttering to the floor.
By Adam Collinsabout a year ago in Fiction
