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Symbiotic: Chapter 14
The air shifted as Sara crossed the threshold. The black tunnel swallowed her, and the moment her foot touched the stone floor inside. Suddenly The cavern ahead glowed faintly, crystalline veins pulsing in the walls before disappearing into blackness ahead. Then the System’s notifications continued to appear, clear and commanding:
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Museum of a Lost Girls Life. Winner in The Forgotten Room Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
Marie Wildapple spent the first ten summers of her life in the embrace of Veilwood Valley. She arrived there first in the house of Aunt Gabrielle as a toddler with chocolate smeared cheeks and grass-stained knees, trailing after a mother too young to properly belong to anyone, including her own daughter.
By Imola Tóth11 months ago in Fiction
Non-Humanized: Humans through Non-Human Eyes, Part I.
My human is a sizable being. The extent of their physical constitution is intimately known to me for it is I who makes sure that their blood reaches every single cell in their body.
By Lucia's Imaginaries11 months ago in Fiction
The Dossier
“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, am I?” Billie Eilish handed Elon a folder. “And don’t think about destroying it. It’s just a copy.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 13
Sara tried to wrap her head around what was happening, but the incongruity of it all had her truly thrown. *Ping* [Regrowth Location 1 of 3: Life Fields Authorized.]
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Great Wishes- Chapter 2
Alenor's phone rang and it was her mother. "Yes, Mother, I will be there soon," she said, hanging up and looking at Nella. "Let's go. You shouldn't stay here–with them around." The girls grabbed their bags, leaving their uneaten food on the table. Mindy crossed her arms as her scoff was drowned out by the murmurs of the onlookers. Alenor’s unbothered demeanor left Mindy fuming, as her plan to embarrass her was again foiled. As they stepped outside, the sun bathed the campus in a bright glow. Alenor turned to Nella with a soft smile. "Hey, I just remembered—I need to stop by the library to grab a book before heading home. You go on ahead, and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?" Nella raised an eyebrow. "You? Picking up a book of your own free will? That’s new," she teased but shrugged. "Alright, see you later!" She waved and walked off toward the student faculty building, but as she reached the corner, something caught her eye. A sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom. Its glossy midnight-black finish reflecting the sunlight, rolled up to the curb. The car’s signature starlit interior shimmered faintly through the tinted windows. It was the kind of vehicle only seen in movies or parked outside luxurious galas, but certainly not outside a college campus. Nella slowed her steps, watching in stunned silence as a uniformed chauffeur in pristine white gloves stepped out, walked to the rear passenger door, and—like something out of a royal procession—gracefully swung it open. To her utter shock, Alenor walked up to the car, her posture composed as if this were completely normal, and slid into its plush leather seat without hesitation. Nella blinked. No way. She had known Alenor for three years now—quiet, introverted, straightforward Alenor. The same Alenor who always dismissed their city’s wealth-obsessed culture. And yet, here she was, being driven away in a car that even Mindy Arison’s family would envy. Nella didn't believe Alenor was poor, but she certainly never imagined her being filthy rich. The car pulled off smoothly, gliding down the road like a phantom in the wind, leaving Nella standing there, her mind racing with questions.
By Pockets11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 12
Sara rolled back to her feet once she had regained her breath and gathered herself to push on. Behind her, the river was alive with movement. Her [Danger Sense] pulsed faintly, not in direct threat but in awareness as countless water-based creatures were already converging on the territory the now disposed of River Gnashers had left behind. She didn’t need to look back to know what was happening: a new dominance struggle was beginning, predators and scavengers rushing in to claim the territory now left vacant.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 11
The river was quiet. Stereotypically too quiet. Her [Danger Sense] told her it was a lie, a soft but constant drumbeat in her head. Something lived there. Something claimed the river as theirs. Something kept a jungle of predators from its waters.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 10
Sara leaned against the base of the tree, the mist of spores from her robes glowing faintly in the dim morning light. She had been turning the numbers over in her mind since checking her status, trying to understand why her Mycorrhizal Network felt different, stronger, yet still limited. What determined its growth. Its abilities?
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 9
Sara stood in the cave, focusing as she called into being new robes to protect her. Her first robe had already been reabsorbed into her fungal network, leaving her only in a torn shirt and pants, fabric shredded from claws, stone, & fire. She shivered slightly in the damp air, but her focus was absolute.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Whistleblower
Elon felt stupid wearing a white muscle shirt, jean shorts, and a baseball cap, especially in November, but the person behind the text message had told him not to dress like himself to avoid getting recognized. Like anyone in Middle-of-Nowhere, Northern California would recognize him anyway.
By Stephanie Hoogstad11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 8
[Quest Timer: 13:22 Remaining] “Thirteen and a half minutes? Not that I’m complaining, but should something else have attacked at 15 minute mark? Unless, maybe big boy here was a ‘Boss’ and so the last two timers are 10 minute timers? If so, I find myself less and less excited to see what shows up next!”, Sara Pondered to herself.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction