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Back On Board
Bill Hunt, George Paxton and Mark Clooney are the local coastguard headed out to the ocean to see if they can find a lost speedboat, which was occupied by a group of four friends just three days ago. It is believed to be that the friends may have been swept up in a dangerous wave and were tossed out of their boat and into the ocean, possibly losing their lives. The trio are aboard their boat sailing into an approaching storm.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
#226: The Troglodyte's Children's Children's Children
Wishman was so called by his people because he was a dreamer. After the children were asleep and no women wanted him, his belly filled from the bounty garnered from the day's hunting-gathering, he wandered out of his clan's shelter to stare at the stars. The rest of his clan knew better than to disturb their patriarch during his meditations.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Echoes Of The Forgotten Realms
Alex Carter, a young and ambitious archaeologist, received the letter that would change his life. The rain beat rhythmically against the windows of his small office, a soundtrack to his monotonous workday. Piles of dusty manuscripts and ancient relics cluttered his desk, each holding a piece of history, yet none sparking the excitement they once did. Alex leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he tried to shake off the fatigue that had settled over him. His eyes wandered to the stack of unopened mail, which had been accumulating over the past few days. With a sigh, he reached for the top envelope, expecting another request for a lecture or a reminder of some overdue report. Instead, he found himself holding a heavy, cream-colored envelope sealed with wax. The seal bore an unfamiliar symbol—a circle with intricate patterns woven within it. Curiosity piqued, Alex carefully broke the seal and unfolded the thick parchment inside. The letter was written in an ancient script that Alex instantly recognized, though he couldn't place its origin. His heart quickened as he deciphered the first few lines: "To the one who seeks truth beyond the veil of time, Your journey begins where the forgotten realm lies. In the heart of the world, where shadows dance, The key to our salvation rests in your hands. Come, seeker, and reveal the echoes of our lost time.” The letter was signed with a single name: Seraphis, Guardian of the Forgotten Realm. Alex read the letter again, disbelief mingling with excitement. He had dedicated his life to unearthing ancient civilizations, but nothing he had encountered came close to the mystery hinted at in these lines. The language was ancient, yet unlike any he had studied before—a blend of several long-dead tongues, woven together into something entirely new. Who was Seraphis? And what was this “forgotten realm”? The words seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if they were more than just ink on parchment. The phone on his desk rang, pulling Alex from his thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Professor Hendricks, his mentor and one of the leading experts in ancient civilizations. Without hesitation, Alex answered. “Alex, I hope you’re not too busy,” Professor Hendricks said, his voice crackling through the line. “I need you to take a look at something.” “Actually, I just received something myself,” Alex replied, glancing at the letter. “A letter written in a language I can’t quite place. It’s... odd.” “Oh?” There was a note of interest in the professor’s voice. “Bring it to my office. I’d like to see it.” Fifteen minutes later, Alex was sitting in Professor Hendricks’ cluttered office. The older man was examining the letter with a magnifying glass, his eyes narrowing in concentration. His desk was covered with various artifacts and open books, but Alex's letter held his full attention. “This is fascinating,” Hendricks murmured after a long silence. “The script is a blend of several ancient languages—Sumerian, Egyptian, even some elements of Old Norse. But there’s something else here, something I’ve never seen before.” “What do you make of it?” Alex asked, leaning forward. Hendricks set the letter down and looked at Alex with a serious expression. “If this is genuine, then it’s the discovery of a lifetime. The reference to a ‘forgotten realm’... It could be a metaphor, but something tells me it’s literal. I don’t know what you’re about to embark on, Alex, but I suggest you proceed with caution.” “I’m going to find this realm,” Alex said, determination hardening his voice. “Whatever it is, wherever it is, I’m going to uncover its secrets.” Professor Hendricks nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Just promise me you’ll be careful. Ancient secrets are often buried for a reason.” With the letter safely tucked in his bag, Alex left the office, his mind already racing with possibilities. There was no time to waste—his journey was about to begin
By Chibike David2 years ago in Fiction










