Series
Journey of the Flameborn Prince. AI-Generated.
The Sun Kingdom was a land of unparalleled beauty, its golden fields stretching endlessly under the boundless sky. Located on a vast plateau, surrounded by mountains that seemed to rise from the earth itself, the kingdom basked in the warm embrace of the sun. The stone walls of the capital gleamed as if kissed by the heavens themselves, reflecting the light of day in a way that made the entire city seem to glow. This was the heart of the Sun Kingdom, a realm founded on the ideals of strength, courage, and the protection of peace.
By Bhavesh Bakotra2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Whispers Chronicles
Discovery and the awakening of long-buried secrets. EPISODE 2: The Journal’s Secrets Amara awakens the day after the chaos at the bell tower, haunted by fragmented memories of the night before. The journal she retrieved sits on her desk, its cover marked with intricate symbols glowing faintly under the morning light. She hesitates to open it again, fearing another onslaught of alien visions, but the whispers she heard in the tower seem to linger in the air around her.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Whispers at Twilight
Note: This is a completely new genre for me and I wanted to write in a way that makes people contemplate their own life. I hope this shows in the first chapter, however, please comment with any advice as I did enjoy writing like this and I would like to fully refine the first book draft.
By Daniel Millington2 years ago in Fiction
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Nayah, that night, felt something unusual. A feeling so deep and indescribable. A feeling that every time she thought about it, she felt more and more shivers beneath her existence. It made her feel the pain, loss, and sacrifices made for love. With Eli, she was sensing and experiencing something she had never felt before. This was such a beautiful emotion that she couldn’t afford to lose; no, Nayah had to learn more about him. What was that shiver that, with his hidden sorrow, made her cold heart beat? That heart hadn’t felt a single beat in centuries, and now it stirred from its long, lethargic sleep.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Giusi Eligio had never imagined that ten years of marriage could end with just a signature. Two weeks ago, his wife left with the kids, and since then, he’d been hovering, lost in the silence of an empty home. However, he still had to go to work. After all, he had to earn a living.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
Dr Knives
The lobotomist felt at home in the old, abandoned asylum. The doors that clanged themselves and flickering lights didn't faze him in the least. Nor did the whispers, the random chilly patches, or the feeling of dread that seemed to ooze out of the very walls. Most people, people you might call "normal", were unnerved by the equipment that was reminiscent of torture devices, and sinister brown leather straps. Not the Lobotomist. He had started his illustrious * career in the Brain Wash. A clinic set up to help people remove unwanted or unnecessary memories, and sharpen beloved ones. Nobody considered this to be like lobotomy. It's a word with connotations, isn't it? It inspires revulsion and horrified withdrawal. A little cleaning up of your mind, though, what a handy thing! Humming, he collates and arranges his equipment. He wonders how he will secure his first subject. A runaway might be his best option. He drives to the next town over and cruises around the train station and the bus depot, looking for a likely target. First, he decides, he must be patient and cunning. If he plays his cards right, then in future his victims subjects will come to him, rather than him needing to seek them out. They will come along willingly and unafraid. He will not need to drug or subdue them. On the other hand, if he gets this wrong, then he won't be able to cast his net in these again, or at least, not soon, and not often. Word will get out. The vulnerable will be suspicious, and so will the police. It is for all these reasons that he doesn't give in to his primary inclinations at first. He gives out some hot drinks, tosses coins into cups. A pike shaking hands with minnows. He lures no one away with him this time. He resolves that next time he will simply book a hotel room for an unfortunate who has nowhere to go. When he has a reputation for doing this, he is less likely to be under suspicion if his experiments don't go well. A boy with a long fringe hanging down over his eyes and unusual, mismatched clothes catches his eye. He's a narrow sort of boy, with a long, pale face. The Lobotomist walks closer, almost cursing his decision not to actually pick anyone up tonight. This one would have been perfect. He's shivering, and his teeth are chattering. The ground is already sparkling with frost. He hesitates. It's a little like when you find a bargain in the supermarket, and you're not sure whether it will be in stock next time. All I can do is lay some groundwork and hope. He walks over to the boy, squashing, for now, all predatory thoughts, lest they glint in his eyes and give him away.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: A Widow’s Hunt
A tan man stumbled through the dark forest, his brown gaze vast with fear as he caught sight of multiple glistening pairs of eyes throughout the shadows surrounding him. He panted as he frantically scrambled through the undergrowth, crashing through plants and thorns, ripping open his skin to draw blood from within his veins.
By Mel E. Furnish2 years ago in Fiction
