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Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 15
Continue the story of Roots and Romance with Chapter 15. New to the story? Start with Chapter 1. Catch up on the events of Chapter 14 here.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
The Cutie with the Cardigan
Christmas Eve It all started coming together around midnight. Quite a few keys were missing on my battered keyboard, but even so, my fingertips flew over the keys. The clacking was one of the few sources of noise that filled my 2-bedroom flat. Believe it or not, the key clicks, along with the unhealthy humming of my dying laptop, created my go-to writing environment. Between the pauses in my typing, I mumbled along to the soulful acoustic through my half-broken earphones.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 14
Chapter 14 here for you to continue reading Roots and Romance. Chapter 1 is available for those who wish to start from the beginning.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Oahron (prologue)
Preface This story is based off of the starting point of a sci-fi fantasy war story I wrote some years ago. I am taking the beginning portion of an early draft of my book and splitting it into short stories (probably 3 short stories) based off of my main character Oahron in his early childhood. This is an ongoing draft and may be a bit jagged and in need of editing. Please show support for this project to help support a bigger work based on these promotional stories I will be sharing freely online.
By Netanel Lynn2 years ago in Fiction
What I Watched Over Christmas Break
I'll never understand why networks stop showing regular season material during holidays. In my opinion, we have so much down time and that's when we want to catch up and see the new shows that were supposed to be on, especially if you don't have many plans it's a great way to be able to enjoy your shows. I digress.
By Salty Sunshine Podcast2 years ago in Fiction
The Sour Card Game: Final Hand(Part two)
“Sour. Sour, f*ing card game,” Cole muttered, staring into the dying embers of his campfire. The desert stretched endlessly before him, quiet and haunting under the starlit sky. In his hands, he held the note Jenny had left him—its creased edges were worn from his constant handling.
By Abdallah Sherif2 years ago in Fiction
Scion Of Deception
Synopsis: Elena Reyes, a fiercely independent event planner, is dragged into the glittering yet ruthless world of high society when her business takes on a high-profile client: the heir to one of the most powerful business dynasties, Dorian Vale. Known for his icy demeanor and impeccable control, Dorian hides a secret that could destroy his family’s legacy. When Elena inadvertently uncovers a piece of his dark past, Dorian offers her a deal: her silence in exchange for his patronage.
By jia2 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death; Chapter 17
I stare up at the ceiling of my room, flicking my eyes to my clock for a second. Bearly five in the morning. Had last night really happened or had that been some weird fever dream? I glance over at my laptop. It's pressed back against the wall, but open, screen open to me. Slowly, I sit up, realizing I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes. I carefully scan my arms, there's no signs of any bites.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 19
Frowin nickers uneasily, prancing in place. "Shh," I sooth him, gently patting his neck, "It's alright." Another strong gust of wind goes by. If my hair weren't pulled back, it'd be a tangled mess by now. I look at Micah. "That storm is hitting tonight."
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Of Blackridge Part 3. AI-Generated.
Chapter 3: Into the Shadows The light of the morning spread over the hills of Blackridge, but Emily's mind was still echoing with memories of the night before. The time spent in the Shadow Hill Caves and the strange marks found there kept her mind restless. The fear in Sarah's eyes and the mystery of Alex's disappearance both shook her to the core. She knew that the truth hidden behind the mysterious shadows of the cave could be dangerous, but she was determined to uncover this mystery. Emily woke up early in the morning and started preparing to go to the Blackridge market. She needed more information about the Shadow Hill Caves and their secrets. She had Alex's notebook and pictures of some marks found in the cave. These clues could help her move forward. On the other hand, Emily saw a bookstore in an old part of the town. There was an old shopkeeper sitting there, whose eyes seemed full of experience and stories. “I want to know something about Shadow Hill Caves,” Emily asked directly. The shopkeeper looked at her and took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t have gone there. That place is cursed. Shadows live in those caves, who capture souls.” Emily asked in surprise, “Shadows? What are they?” The old man picked up an old book and started flipping through its pages. “Every story here ends with Shadows. People say that many people were sacrificed in the caves during some ancient ritual. Their souls have now become Shadows, which capture anyone who comes there.” Emily didn’t completely believe it, but she couldn’t ignore these stories either. She took pictures of some pages from the book and thanked the shopkeeper. Emily called Sarah. “We have to go back to the cave,” she said. “Emily, this is crazy. We saw yesterday how dangerous it is there. “We have to find Alex, but this is not the way to go,” Sarah said nervously. “I understand, but we can’t wait any longer. If there are any more clues, we have to find them,” Emily said firmly. After a little debate, Sarah agreed. They both took some essential items and left for Shadow Hill Caves. When they reached the cave, the atmosphere had become even colder and more terrifying. This time Emily and Sarah decided to go deeper inside the cave. They had a flashlight, rope, and a camera. Inside the cave, the walls had the same markings as they had seen before. But this time they saw dried blood stains going in one direction on the wall. “These markings could be Alex’s,” Sarah said trembling. Emily replied, “We should follow it.” The blood stains were leading to the deeper part of the cave. The path was getting narrower, and there was a strange dampness all around. Suddenly, they reached a large chamber. There was a stone altar in the middle of the chamber. Someone’s name was engraved on it—Alex Carter. “What is this?” Sarah said in surprise. Emily examined the surroundings of the altar. There were some lighted candles and a book lying there. She picked up the book. There were strange markings and letters on its pages. “It looks like an ancient ritual book,” Emily said. “Does this mean Alex was brought here for a ritual?” Sarah asked fearfully. Emily didn’t say anything. She started reading the pages of the book carefully. It read: “The sacrifice awakens the Shadows.” Just as they were preparing to leave the room, suddenly there were sounds inside the cave. It seemed as if someone was reciting mantras in a low voice. “Emily, what is that?” Sarah asked nervously. Emily turned the flashlight in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing there. Suddenly, a shadow was seen running rapidly on the walls. Sarah screamed and said, “This can’t be real.” Emily held her hand and said, “We have to stay calm. This is all being done to scare us.” But the shadow was slowly coming closer to them. Just then, some symbols started glowing on the wall of the cave. A strange light was emanating from the markings, making the shadows even more terrifying. Suddenly, a piece of paper placed on a stone flew in the air and fell in front of them. Emily picked it up. It read: “The ritual has begun.” Emily and Sarah looked at each other. It was clear that this was all part of a larger conspiracy. Alex’s disappearance was just the beginning. The stories of Shadows, rituals, and sacrifices were now beginning to seem true. “Emily, we have to get out of here,” Sarah said. Emily nodded in agreement. They both began to walk quickly out of the cave. But there was a fear in their hearts that the Shadows would not let them go easily.
By Story Hub2 years ago in Fiction
Wood Smoke: Nature’s Rustic Scent
Rugged white fragments crash to the dirt, settling on the wood stacked below the cabin’s frosted window. Fuel for the, as it were, remaining supply of warmth since the control ran out.
By Mohammed 2 years ago in Fiction
An Evening Encounter Part 2
Heer knocked on the door fearfully.. then a middle aged man opened the door.. and as soon as he opened the door he shouted... can't you see the time?? Be thankful your aunt is not here otherwise she would have been outside... But after seeing that hero-like man with Heer, he kept his mouth shut. That uncle is my boss, the owner of Group Industries. Heer said making an excuse. Well.. well the one who appears on TV. Yes uncle.. Come inside sir... Heer's uncle said looking at the rich man. No... thanks, I came to drop Heer in the bus, Miss Heer, I am leaving. You come to the office tomorrow... Saying this, Dev took his Range Rover and left. Heer's uncle looked at Heer angrily and said... Firstly, it is night time... moreover, this is not the way to be with a boy, Heer. You know your aunt's nature, right?? It is good that Sarla has gone somewhere. Go and do the work that is left, otherwise when your aunt comes, she will kill you if she comes to know. Heer quietly went inside the house. Heer was a normal girl who grew up in a village environment. But she was educated very well. After her father and mother died, her aunt and uncle brought her here in greed for land. Heer was like an angel. And the other one was Dev Randhawa, in whose name companies and restaurants were run, the most eligible bachelor and a well-known name in the world of business. Heer was an employee in his company. The night was getting darker. There was a deep silence all around. Dev was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. And Kalpana was of only one face, his heart was chanting her name. Every person falls in love once in his entire life. He too had fallen in love. But don't know why, when he came to know about love, he was surprised as well as happy. At the same time, the feeling of happiness had brought peace to his heart. But a thought came to his mind.. Am I burning with a one sided feeling?? Because whenever he came close to her, Heer used to shy away from him. Dev always came close to her but she used to run away. Heer was so beautiful that anyone would fall in love with her. But Dev was not like everyone else. He had fallen in love with Heer's heart and not her beauty. Heer came home and completed all the work. His fatigue was killing him. But Heer did not want to face aunty's anger at all. Heer's uncle and aunt lived in Mumbai city. Who had only one daughter and son. Daughter Riya and son Soham. Riya was younger than Heer. But from her words and face, Heer looked years younger than her. By the time Heer finished all the work, it was 9 o'clock in the night. Ever since Heer came here. Since then Sarla started taunting him. While getting up, sitting, sleeping, waking up, he had only one thing to say. Taunting Heer. Heer was fed up now. His parents had taught him to live with his head held high. Don't be a burden on anyone. Now Sarla aunty started crying in front of Heer because of the responsibilities of her children. Riya, your father also made his niece sit on my chest to spread the moong. Mumbai's expenses are not easy. A young son, a daughter and their marriages and marriages. And the expenses of their education are separate. Firstly, we did not know how we were supporting ourselves. On top of that, the only daughter of the deceased brother and sister-in-law also had to be brought here and buried before us. I am telling you that we don't have that much money. We will bear the expenses of this also. Find your own account. Aunty was talking to Riya. But the topic of the conversation was Heer. After listening to aunty, the morsel going to Heer's mouth stopped right there. Went. Her parents had fed her with dignity. Whenever she insisted on something, she would agree. Heer's house was not very big even in the village. It was a small house. It had a small courtyard with two rooms and Heer's favourite place in the corner of the courtyard. A bougainvillea vine on which red and white flowers bloomed. Next to it was a jasmine tree on which white jasmine flowers bloomed. Whose fragrance filled the house. Heer never insisted on anything in life. She only wanted to study in an English medium school. Her parents agreed to her insistence. Heer had completed her MBA. Heer's father had only one brother. Whom her mother used to call... You have an uncle and aunt. But her uncle and aunt never came. Neither to meet her nor to her house. Heer's life was going on like a dream. She would come home from college and sit in her small house with a veranda and talk to her mother for hours. In the evening, everyone would eat together. But good times don't last long. It was an evening when Heer was sitting under the vines of her garden after taking a bath. Heer always used to say that whenever flowers bloom in her garden, they are a symbol of goodness. But today no flower had bloomed in her garden.
By Hakan2 years ago in Fiction