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Symbiotic: Chapter 7
The cave entrance erupted into chaos as the next wave surged forward. Expecting to see three, or maybe even Four creatures next she groans as the wave comes into view at the cave entrance. One Jungle Cat, two Rock Constrictors, and three Monkey Maulers. Six predators, all snarling, hissing, and clawing to get inside. Sara’s heart sank. The escalation was brutal. "Three creatures to six? That’s not a wave, that’s a flood!"
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Day Three Borders Burned
When Pakistan Faced Two Fronts Nobody expected the morning of 26 November to become the most frightening day in recent memory. Life in northern Pakistan began as usual—children preparing for school, shopkeepers opening their shutters, farmers heading toward fields still wet with dew.
By Wings of Time 11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 6
The second Constrictor’s body scraped against stone as it entered, eyes glinting in the dim light. Sara gripped her punch dagger, her bat laying on the ground beside her where she had dropped it, but the cave was too narrow, the walls too close. There was no room for wide arc swings, no space for the Power Swing that had saved her so many times.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Animals That Could Be Superheroes
We talk a lot about superheroes and superpowers, and let's be honest, they're awesome. But have you ever stopped to notice how many famous heroes have an animal tied to their name and abilities? Think about it: Spider-Man, Batman, Catwoman, Hawkeye. That's because a ton of animals already have abilities we all wish we had. Some are common, like the power of flight or breathing underwater, but then there are animals with skills so unbelievable, it’s almost like they truly have a set of superpowers. Here are some real-life animal superheroes that would give the Avengers a run for their money!
By Areeba Umair11 months ago in Fiction
Day 4: Closed Circuit Walk-a-bout
I was awakened by Cornman Ron at roughly 06:10; a way of telling time takes too long in the afternoon, since he'd bother me if I wasn't perfectly pretending to be sleep. His spying yielded some reportable gains; one of them involved my events slated for me today. Such a breath to reach beyond my nostrils with such putrid air far eye-watering than I could take. I was on track to ignore the whole of him, but mentioning what post I’d be starting, the heads-up felt needed, even if I couldn’t deduce why in my fugue state. I wonder if he knew I couldn't move for the first six minutes he was talking. I could feel the tears; did he see anything off? Somehow, it had become my duty to report to him since the fire and the second and third hanging, something I wasn’t fully knowledgeable of before searching for my pants for your information. It didn’t take much to make the leap that that was his bias’s aim. Journals are—well, let me make clear the Journaling thing.
By Willem Indigo11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 5
Sara’s hunt became a relentless march through the jungle, her robe whispering with silver threads as her bat pulsed faintly in her grip. She no longer waited for predators to find her. She sought them out, following the subtle tug of her Danger Sense like a compass. Each flicker of warning was not a call to retreat, but a beacon guiding her toward the next fight, the next source of strength for her growing network.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 4
Sara had taken the time to rest, letting her body adjust to the strange new balance of her stats. The ache in her leg was still there, but she could feel the network humming faintly inside her, spores knitting strength into her frame. She wasn’t healed, not yet, but she was steadier. And steadier meant ready to hunt.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Emerald in Matrix
“Are you all right? You have that pensive look on your face again.” Juana Consuela Miguela Antonia Serrana y Herrero de Casa Esmeralda, True Scion of House Emerald, would smack anyone who tried to use her full name. I’m one of the few who could get away with using it, because I can’t stop my thoughts from leaking into her head.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 3
Sara limped forward, each step a reminder of the Mauler’s bite tearing at her leg. The silver-threaded bat doubled as a cane, its weight steadying her as she pushed deeper into the jungle. Retreat wasn’t an option. Behind her lay only blood and broken branches. Ahead, perhaps, shelter.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Letters He Never Sent. AI-Generated.
Samuel Graves had not opened the study room in three years. Dust blanketed the shelves like tired snow; the curtains remained frozen in place, trapping darkness inside the walls. The house itself seemed to breathe differently when he stood at the doorway — as if recognizing him with a mixture of relief and sorrow.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
