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The Wordsmith - To be human
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills, a figure emerged from the depths of a dense forest. Her eyes, radiant and full of curiosity, scanned the world around her. She stood tall, her slender form adorned in a flowing white robe that danced with the wind. This was the woman who would come to be known as "The Wordsmith."
By The Wordsmith3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals
One problem with blood spatter is that it’s very predictable. Any forensic serologist worth their degrees and expertise could determine several factors about an assailant just from examining the drops of blood left on the walls or ceiling from a crime scene.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Four Factions
Chapter One, The Apparition Four factions. Three friends. Two enemies. One desire. The year is 2084, and peace has been perfectly manageable for over 50 years between the four factions; the Bohemians, the Aesthetes, the Enigmas, and the Nefelibatas. The cause of the disruption was brought by the Aesthetes, who own the gift of glimpsing into the future and delving into the past. However, their most recent apparition caused them to confide in the other factions. Something that hadn't been done for over 50 years. This rejoicing has been avoided to avert civil wars amongst the conflicted groups of individuals, as their opposing philosophies, abilities, and interests clashed inexorably; constantly causing an inevitable social upheaval. Therefore, the four factions agreed to separate into the four corners of the United Kingdom; North, East, South, and West, in great hope of reducing the incessant conflict they brought upon the UK.
By G.A.L. Grace3 years ago in Fiction
Flames of Guardianship. Content Warning.
In the enchanted realm of Sylvaria, a Guardian stood watch over precious eggs, treasures of immense power. Adorned in scales that shimmered like jewels, they protected these magical orbs from thieves who dared trespass. The Guardian's anger burned, fueled by their reverence for the eggs and contempt for the dim-witted pilferers. Thieves came, were thwarted, and vanished, but the Guardian knew they would return. Fury simmered beneath their surface, ready to scorch intruders and teach them a lesson. With each theft, their resolve grew, until vengeance was an unquenchable flame. The Guardian prepared, honing their skills, awaiting the next encounter. Sylvaria's quietude hid the brewing storm. Creaking scales and clenched jaws betrayed their wrath. The thieves, blind to their imminent demise, were about to face a fury they couldn't comprehend. In the clash to come, justice would prevail, and the Guardian's fire would burn brighter than ever.
By Chris Paul3 years ago in Fiction
