Short Story
A Political Entanglement
In the warm embrace of a spring evening, a political gala was unfolding. The grand countryside estate exuded an air of majesty, with its intricate stonework illuminated by the gentle glow of lanterns. The estate's interior, adorned with hues of gold and crimson, showcased the coming together of influence and drive. However, beneath the surface, a deep sense of solitude permeated from within.
By Chelsea Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Chemistry Project. AI-Generated.
Faith and Bernard were two high school juniors who had always orbited in different social circles. Faith, with her quiet demeanor and love for books, spent her free time in the library, while Bernard, with his easy charm and knack for sports, was a popular figure on the school's basketball team. Fate, however, had a unique way of bringing them together.
By faith abba2 years ago in Fiction
Out of Water
The cart rattled up the coast road to the castle, competing with the thunder. Lightning struck, illuminating the shape huddled under the cover. When the sky cracked, it was bright as day for a moment, but still impossible to make out what was under there. Look! A suggestion of movement, of slithering, then- nothing.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Elysium
Imagine a place where the world’s noise fades away, and all that remains are the gentle whispers of nature and the soft hum of tranquility. This place, though mythical, is often referred to as Elysium. In ancient mythology, Elysium was a paradise, a realm where the virtuous lived in perfect happiness after death. But what if Elysium wasn’t just a mythical concept? What if its echoes could be found in the corners of our everyday lives?
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Fiction
Old Wheels
I never wake in fright from this dream. Instead, there is a strange sense of longing and relief. Whether I find you in fine working order, Duco shined in a way it never was in real life or bedraggled with flat tires and pigeon poop on your round old bonnet, my first car – affectionately named Gubby, just comes back to me again and again in my dreams, a motif of something I am yet to clarify.
By Michèle Nardelli2 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Day
As the longest day of the year started, the elders of the city of Tangberry began the day by placing four distinctive purple Amethysts on each of the town's four main corners and a fifth in the center, forming a perfect circle. These crystals were said to harness the power of the sun, with each stone representing one of the four cardinal directions and the fifth symbolizing the town's bloody, beating heart, which every year was ripped from the chest of the tallest man and sacrificed to the great blood god, Stroodle-Doo, who, in return, allowed the people of Tangberry to exist. He would also, on occasion, help them to grow the worlds most delicious grapes to make the worlds finest fermented grape juice. And as long as they didn’t call this grape juice wine, they were allowed to keep growing it. Stroodle-Doo hated the name wine because it reminded him of how his worshippers were always whining.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
