Series

Beneath The Moutnain
Gotta Love the spelling ERROR in the Title! 🤦🏽‍♂️ Mount Etna The entrance to the cave system was in fact well-hidden. Carved into the eastern slopes of Monte De Fiore I, just beneath the lava collar, a four foot wide opening expelled faint gasps of hydrogen sulfide scented mist.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Launch
“What have we got?” TSL asked Julisia. We have new viewers to our page but they’re all commenting on the fact that your sidecpiece was calling during the show. No one is saying it was the rat phone,” Julisia reassured. She looked at her watch.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The love Power of Shared Interests
The love Power of Shared Interests In the bustling heart of the city, where the beat of life never appeared to vacillate, there existed a curious small bookstore tucked absent in a overlooked rear way. Its racks were embellished with dusty tomes, each one whispering stories of sentiment and enterprise. It was here, in the midst of the fragrance of maturing paper and ink, that Lily found herself on a cool harvest time afternoon.
By Baby3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore
"Whispers of Destiny: A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore" A Fortunate Encounter In the bustling city of Modern York, in the midst of the tornado of chaos and aspiration, there existed a little bookstore tucked absent in a corner of the Lower East Side. Its charm lay not in its glory but in the dusty racks that held stories of overlooked universes and removed memories.
By Baby3 years ago in Fiction
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)Nestled amidst the bustling city of Mumbai, amidst the rhythmic symphony of honking cars and chattering vendors, lay a hidden sanctuary—a serene garden adorned with vibrant hibiscus and ancient Banyan trees. This was the haven for Riya Sharma, a budding shoe designer, and her secret meetings with a handsome stranger named Veer Singh. Every monsoon season, under the cloak of rain-drenched skies, their paths would converge in this oasis, an escape from the mundane.
By E.V.K3 years ago in Fiction
Special Smoothie
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter, here are the others:
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
112 The Priest and the Vrŏzzōzite: Part Three
The priest slid open the little Confessional door and remembered the smell the last time this visitor had come. "Vrŏzzōz, my tentacled, other-worldly friend."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Calm Before the Storm
It has been days since Zuthiss introduced Haganto to Undrenth, who accepted Haganto’s presence with a simple nod. Zuthiss swiftly left after that, with barely a goodbye to Haganto, let alone expand on the fact that he was Grarvuntiess’s grandson.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Grenade Pen
In the light snow, the crowd still lined up around the corner. The audience inside felt the thump of the bass to the opening act Grenade Pen. But people didn’t even realize they were opening for TSL. Excitement built up in the crowd nevertheless.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Crush on river. Content Warning.
the tadpoles and dragonflies, teased him for his infatuation with Dwala, but he paid them no mind, as his heart belonged to Dwala alone.
By Praveen Pk3 years ago in Fiction
Vyrus
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter, this is the other one. It probably doesn't matter what order you read them in.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
111: The Priest and the Vrŏzzōzite: Part Two
The priest slid open the wooden screen door when he heard someone occupy the space. Remembering the smell the last time his tentacled otherworldly visitor had come, he smelled it again.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction