Series
The Quiet Below
Niko dreamed of the cliff first, like always. — the same sheer drop of stone beneath his boots, the same clean horizon, the same measured wind brushing past him in steady intervals. He stood at the edge, hands in his pockets, looking down at the ocean far below.
By Syl De'Vil27 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Wake
Bane dreamed of the ocean often, though his version was never gentle. It came to him in jagged pieces — cliffs carved by storms, waves that struck like fists, a horizon that never stayed still. The water was darker in his dreams, almost metallic, reflecting nothing but the faint shimmer of his own eyes.
By Syl De'Vil27 days ago in Fiction
Into the Void
Sara dreamed of the ocean the way she remembered it as a kid — cold, gray, endless, the kind of water that didn’t sparkle so much as brood. In the dream, she stood at the shoreline with her boots sinking slowly into wet sand, the tide tugging at her laces like it wanted her to step closer.
By Syl De'Vil27 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends (part 3)
At first, the crew thought that what was likely happening to their craft right now was nothing more than a minor navigational anomaly, a glitch, as they had begun sensing a very subtle gravitational tug over the last hour, something that all of the crew, apart from one absent member, had been starting to feel as a slowly growing vibration through the underside artificial gravity plating areas, which , while this would certainly account for the sudden ‘light spring in their steps,’ it was definitely not one that could have explained away the navigational gremlins they were experiencing with their shipwide instrumentation panels though.
By Jonathan Townend30 days ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 1. Content Warning.
This story was written a year ago on a different platform, but I uploaded it here a while back. I felt insecure about the story as it was a very...specific kind of tale, so I ended up deleting it. Well, since then, I have grown a lot as a writer, and I don't feel those insecurities anymore. Enjoy!
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 18. Content Warning.
Ch 18: Fugitive Dylan December 23rd, 2024- Woodside Motel- 10:02 AM Two days passed in a flash. Christmas is on the horizon; I had repaired my radio, and Isabella and I were still hiding out at the motel. Comfortably, in fact.
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
Precision of the Hunt
The man in the charcoal jacket stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. He looked at Sterling, then back to Murphy. "The Detective has a streak of martyrdom," the operator observed. "It’s a common flaw in this profession. They mistake a suicide mission for a moral victory."
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Fiction
