Series

Going Under: Valley of the Shadow of Death
February 10 is National Umbrella Day. Hoisting barriers to water and against ultraviolet radiation has proved convenient for about 5,000 years.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Deep End. Top Story - February 2024.
Chance subscribed to a universal mystique surrounding an unknown, a metaphysical construct called the deep end. It was his sensibility of going too far; overreaching; sticking your neck out.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Unpleasant of Darkmoon Roadway: A Genuine Harrowing Tale
One time per year, on the unpropitious evening of the Darkmoon, a frightful air plunges upon the abandoned stretch of street referred to just as Darkmoon Parkway. Settled amid thick woods and spurned scenes, this parkway has for quite some time been murmured about in quiet tones by local people, its name sending shudders down the spines of even the most courageous spirits. Legends talk about baffling vanishings, spooky nebulous visions, and the discernible presence of something evil sneaking inside the shadows.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
The Ally
"You can't let Dad take him, Mum. He'll die!" "You nearly died!" The bones of my hand protruded from where it should've connected to my wrist. Flesh scalded and chunks missing where the dragonling had feasted on it. Hardly any blood at all, though.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Destroy HER. Content Warning.
Evan on the other hand was at work, and thinking what he did wrong. He was just watching some corn videos, so what? Every male watch them, which is not a big deal, right?
By Ina Zeneli3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 8
Merfaries were quite different in many ways from the fairies who lived with Queen Finyellë. Aside from living on opposite sides of the world of Berganashio, they had different cultures, values, and skills. They were small and could fly like fairies. Their lower halves looked like mermaids, which may be well-known in some worlds. There were four merfarie children who were traveling rapidly, above and sometimes below the ocean water. They had such beautiful scales and fins. When they grew tired of flying, then they would swim with equal skill. They were athletic, confident, and always ready for adventures of some kind.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Three Drabbles - 100 Word Fiction
He Was Using Drugs and Alcohol and Not Going To Work I am no longer calling in to work for him! Random drabble word: Using
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Cat Man - Who is Priya and Her Cat Simba?
Nestled in the thick forest, in the sleepy little village of Willowbrook, lived Priya, a solitary young woman who adored her cat, Simba. For Priya, their charming villa was a peaceful haven until odd things started happening.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Eschatology of Heaven and Heaven and Hell
It didn't matter that one had killed the other. Or why. Or that the killer died at the hands of his dying victim. All that mattered is that they found themselves at bustop. This confused them, for they knew they were dead. A bus pulled up, which read, "Pearly Gates."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
The next several hours passed by in a blur for Haganto. He vaguely noticed Alanus and the Malnora elves arriving at the remains of Filla Aethel. Haganto doesn’t remember how the elves reacted, but he does remember Alanus sticking by his side as soon as he arrived. The monster hunter doesn’t remember if the bard said anything. He did barely recall overhearing a somber observation from Tarron about how it looked like all their deaths had been quick, at least quick for Agron. It seemed that because of his weakened nature and starved mentality, Agron just wanted to kill. Haganto recalled not being sure if he should be grateful for that or not.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
The Handicap
It was a burning sensation on my ear that roused me before I could suffocate, or be swallowed by flames. The blurry sliver revealed by my eyelids was obscured by the smoke-sting at first. I blinked, squinted, rubbed my eyes with my one good arm.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction