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Loathsome Hero
Peter Gringage was notable wherever he went, however not for the reasons people would like to be known. He was a large misshapen youth of fourteen who easily could have sat in a bar drinking with the adults. Served by a waitress with out question, just so she wouldn’t have to stare at him. It was as if a character stepped off the screen of a B-list monster movie and began walking around our town. There were jokes told behind his back or as he walked by. They were stupid, lazy, and unimaginative words meant to hurt. I laughed at them along with everyone else.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
A Heated Dialogue
This is the next chapter, or perhaps interlude, in The Shambella Saga. Table of Contents: Previous chapter: A Heated Dialogue Between The Narrator and The Author
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Side (Chapter Three)
For proper context and to understand what's going on, read chapter one and chapter two. Chapter Three - Helena -- “Well, what did you find?”
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
A Little Warrior II
Alis was allowed to rest for a week, but for this, his mother would have to do her son's share of the work as well, which meant more hard work than before. For a week Alis lay face down on the same bed of straw. His mother would go to the mines before sunrise in the morning and work hard there till late at night. Slowly, Alis's wounds started healing, but the spark burning in her heart, filled with pain and resentment, had now turned into a flame. Alis staggered once again towards those mines, where the life of all the slaves was like a thin fiber, which could break at any time. As soon as he entered the mine, he saw everything that he had expected, people drenched in sweat working hard, no one had any hope, faint smiles would come on their lips when they looked at each other's faces, their bones were grinding in these mines, their hearts had lost hope of any better change. He met the same old man again at the entrance of the mine. The old man smiled and said to Alis, "You are the spark that this great Eridor needs, little warrior." Alis looked at the old man with eyes full of surprise, but he said nothing. But after some time the old man came to him again. This time Alis asked him, "How long have you been working here?" Ever since my hands and my heart could not muster the courage to break these chains of slavery." The old man said emotionlessly. "But you can free this great Eridor from these evil demons?" he said. Then suddenly, a soldier came from behind and started beating the old man with a whip; with each blow, the old man's painful screams echoed against the walls of the mine. "Blood was oozing out of his torn skin and leaking onto the ground. Soon, he fell to the ground, soaked in blood. His eyes were open, still shining, and those eyes were gazing at Alis." The old man said to Alis in a few broken words, "You know, little warrior, these evil soldiers, these chains, they can never bind you; you have to show the true path of life to the souls drowning in fear and despair here... And he suddenly became completely silent, groaning in pain. Alis was not at all shaken by the brutal scene he had just witnessed. He screamed in anger and pounced on the soldier. He pulled out the dagger hanging on the soldier's waist and stabbed him in the chest. "A deep scream of pain came out of the soldier's mouth and he fell down on the ground. Alis came out of the mine roaring, challenging all those soldiers. He pounced on another soldier and killed him too. Similarly, he injured another soldier too. Suddenly, a soldier shot an arrow from behind, which pierced Alis's chest, pierced his heart, and came out on the other side. "A slight painful scream came out of his mouth and he fell on his knees on the ground. His head slowly bent down and rested on his knee. A spray of blood burst out of his mouth. And the soldiers and slaves present there saw this scene, they were stunned to see such bravery of a child. The soldiers were still staring at Alis lying on the ground, terrified and surprised. Then the slaves, who had lost all will to live, looked at each other. There was such courage in her small body that it ignited a passion for freedom in thousands of hearts. For the first time, lines of anger and courage, which were suppressed till now, appeared on the faces of the slaves. They attacked the soldiers with whatever tools they had in their hands, and in no time, the rebellion spread throughout the area. A war broke out all around; the slaves cared nothing for their lives; they wanted to end everything somehow, "either their exi stence or that slavery. The battle continued for a long time, the spark of hope that Alis had lit had now turned into a flame. Courage was in the heart of every person who now dreamed of being free from the slavery of those years. Soon, corpses were lying all around, from both sides. But miraculously, the weak, hungry, and helpless slaves won that battle. Almost all the soldiers were killed, or captured. And some fled the battlefield. Suddenly, everything became quiet, and all the people who were still alive gathered around the dead body of Alis," he paid a heartfelt tribute to their brave little warrior. Then Alis's mother came to Alis, breaking through the crowd, her eyes were wet with tears of pride. She kept looking at her son's dead body for some time, tears came out of her eyes, but she did not dare to cry. Finally, she put a small piece of gold in Alis palm, she touched her son's cheeks lovingly for the last time, "and slowly his neck bent and his injured body became lifeless. She became completely calm, wrapped in a peaceful aura.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Brush of Fate
Chapter-01: The Prologue Ryo’s brush glided over the canvas in jagged, erratic strokes, each line betraying the chaos in his mind. The once-promising artist now struggled to find meaning in his work, and his cramped apartment reflected his disarray—half-finished paintings, crumpled sketches, and empty coffee cups scattered everywhere.
By Little Omer2 years ago in Fiction
Journey of the Flameborn Prince : Chapter Three : The Fall of the Sun King
As Zarek Flameborn and Veznan clashed, their first strike unleashed a cataclysmic shockwave that obliterated the surrounding buildings. Dark energy and sunlight collided, tearing through the plaza and lighting up the night sky.
By Bhavesh Bakotra2 years ago in Fiction
Journey of the Flameborn Prince. Content Warning.
As chaos consumed the Sun Kingdom, Kael Flameborn found himself in the midst of a nightmare. The once-festive streets were now a battlefield, filled with screams and the clash of steel against claw. The air reeked of ash and charred wood, and the inferno barrier he had conjured glowed faintly, encasing the citizens he was guiding toward the West Gate. He could feel the heat of his own flames mingling with the acrid stench of death, and though his body trembled with fatigue, his resolve remained unshaken.
By Bhavesh Bakotra2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - 1. Oliver Davies
Oliver was in his living room unpacking boxes. He placed the colorful ornaments on a shelf and arranged them neatly. He was beginning to love it here. Living his life in England had proved to be interesting so far.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispers of the Wind. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Guest The flickering fluorescent lights of Ethan's room cast long, eerie shadows that danced across his walls, mimicking the fear that coiled in his gut. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. Ethan, a whirlwind of misplaced energy and misplaced priorities, was facing a mountain of homework, his phone buzzing incessantly with notifications, and the looming shadow of his upcoming basketball tryouts. He wasn't feeling confident.
By Vishnu venugopal 2 years ago in Fiction
The Horse Lord. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Wind Howls The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at the edges of Elara's cloak. He huddled deeper into the cave, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows on the rough stone walls. Rain lashed against the entrance, blurring the already fading light of day. His people, huddled around the fire, shivered, their faces etched with worry.
By Vishnu venugopal 2 years ago in Fiction
Letters to Yesterday-A Love Story
In the heart of an old European village, nestled between cobblestone streets and ivy-draped cottages, stood a forgotten post office. Its wooden doors creaked with age, and its brass mailbox gleamed faintly under the weight of years. The villagers had long since embraced modern technology, leaving behind the quaint charm of handwritten letters. Yet, hidden within its dusty shelves were hundreds of unsent letters, their ink faded but their words brimming with longing.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Souls
In the heart of Vienna, where cobblestone streets hummed with the echoes of centuries-old music, lived Clara Weiss, a gifted violinist. Her music was her language, speaking the words she could never voice. Each note she played told stories of longing and hope, resonating through the grand halls of the conservatory where she practiced endlessly. Yet, despite the applause and admiration, Clara's soul felt incomplete, as if a missing melody lingered just beyond her reach.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction