Short Story

Spiderweb
The loud noise of the chainsaw disappeared as soon as he turned it off. He removed his protective goggles and wiped the sweat from his forehead. On the left side of his blue work overalls, at chest level, it read: MADERAS S.A, and on the right side: HUGO. When he heard the distant honk of a horn, he held the chainsaw with one hand and left his work station; it was lunchtime. He walked on a floor of dry leaves and bark that crunched under his feet and zigzagged through a sea of tree stumps until he reached a muddy dirt path. Hugo joined several dozen coworkers who shared his tired expression. As he walked with his head down and the midday sun beating down on his neck, he happened to glance at a solitary tree stump by the side of the road.
By L3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK IV
"Ex tenebris veni, in tenebris dominabo," the Prince of Darkness chanted as he arrived. The malevolent incantation reverberated through the desolation of Mount Doom, and the skies themselves seemed to recoil from the dark power that had been summoned. The very mountain quivered as the ground shattered beneath the feet of the sinister forces. The air grew heavy with foreboding, and the once-charred slopes of Mount Doom seemed to come alive, as if haunted by the nightmares of its past.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Ocean's Flow
Along the pristine shoreline of a remote, untouched beach, a young woman named Isabella stood in a tranquil yoga pose, her toes gripping the soft, sun-kissed sand, her body arched gracefully toward the endless horizon. Isabella had always felt a profound connection to the ocean, and the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves had become her muse, her partner in the dance of life.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Yoga, Wisdom, and the White Castle
In the heart of a mystical land, shrouded in an enchanting veil of serenity, there lived a girl named Surya. She was known throughout the kingdom as a master yogini, her graceful and fluid movements captivating those who had the privilege to witness her practice. Surya's journey of self-discovery had led her to explore the inner realms of her own being through the ancient art of yoga, and it was her passion to share the transformative power of yoga with the world.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Grace of the Green
In the heart of a picturesque countryside, where the rolling hills stretched out as far as the eye could see, lived a young woman named Ava. She had discovered the transformative power of yoga, and the lush grassy hill behind her home had become her sacred space. The beauty of nature and the open expanse of the hill were her companions in the journey of self-discovery, relaxation, and meditation.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Sacred Serenity
In a quiet neighborhood, amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, lived a young woman named Elena. She had discovered the transformative power of yoga, and her small house had become a haven of peace and tranquility. The challenges of daily life melted away in the sacred space she had created, where relaxation and meditation were her daily companions.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK II
The Veiled Enigma Coven, having pledged their unwavering devotion to the balance of magic, found themselves enveloped in newfound knowledge and the immense power bestowed upon them by the Obsidian Grimoire. They embraced this sacred wisdom with reverence, for it carried not only great potential but also great responsibility.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Brotherhood of Shadows
The Brotherhood of Shadows had unraveled the prophecy, and their preparations were complete. The cosmic alignment that the prophecy had foretold was drawing near, and it was time to journey to the heart of the mystical realms—the Veil of Shadows.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
The Triumph of Goodness
Once, in the mystical land of Devlok, where gods and demons waged eternal battles for control, there arose a demon king named Mahishasura. He was a fearsome creature, half-demon, half-buffalo, with a heart as dark as the night and a thirst for power that could never be quenched. Under his tyranny, the realm of gods trembled, and darkness loomed over the heavens.
By SuraLaL3 years ago in Fiction
Prime Time
Another work-related charity event for Tim to attend. And as always, it was hosted by the Mr. Perfect named Brend. Tim groaned, peeking up at the muted TV on the wall.
By Reiley3 years ago in Fiction
Prenoctintoxicated
Noon Well, I guess a couple beers won't hurt. After all, the game's on in an hour, and the gang's all here, why not cop a buzz? No more than two, though. Got a whole twelve pack in the fridge, but I don't need to get carried away.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Madam Librarian
Artie reached a tiny hand into the casket, grabbed the diary (barely), stuffed it into her coat, and walked away whistling. No one near the casket noticed – they never noticed. To a junior librarian it would have seemed like a routine job. Now the hard part: the waiting.
By K. P. Gordon3 years ago in Fiction