Short Story
Black Pyramid
At the top of Mount Patho, which gives the place its name, there is a hanging lake that is no longer fed by any river, and from which no river flows. It is called Moon Lake. Thirty thousand years ago, when the world was young before the Man-ape came to the land of Patho, there was an ancient city standing beside the lake. It's called the Echo. The creatures that lived in Echo were not very pleasant to look at. They were red, with eyes that took up most of their faces, lips from which sharp fangs protruded, and curious ears. And they were as silent as stone. Their fangs descended from the moon on a red night, bringing with them the lake and the city. Mara, the name of these creatures who worshipped a black stone idol carved into a hollow pyramid, possessed a magical power unknown to all. They dwelt in dark, subterranean tunnels near the inferno's heat. Every blood moon, they performed strange rituals, dancing and pounding drums around their deity, wreathed in yellow fire.
By M.A. Sonncraft3 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Daisy Wick. Content Warning.
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Woof, woof! I really like my new home. My new owner seems sad. I think it's something to do with someone called Helen. I don't know much about humans, but he seems to be very overcome with sadness, grief and a lot of darkness. I will be the light of his life. I need to do something to help him, that's for sure.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The ant's revengeance
Once upon a time, in a bustling city on the outskirts of a dense forest, there lived a tiny ant named Amelia. Amelia's home was a meticulously constructed and well-organized anthill nestled beneath the roots of a grand oak tree. She and her fellow ants worked tirelessly, gathering food and protecting their home, creating an intricate ecosystem that thrived within the forest.
By knowledge And Fun3 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Black Bunny Mask: A Mysterious Tale
In a quiet town shrouded in mist and mystery, there was a legend whispered among the locals about a girl who appeared only during the annual masquerade. She was known as the "Girl in the Black Bunny Mask." Each year, as the clock struck midnight on Halloween, she would emerge from the shadows, wearing a mask that concealed her identity.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Love's Journey: From Teenage Dreams to Forever
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the small town of Willowbrook, 19-year-old Lily sat on the porch of her family's charming farmhouse. The familiar creak of the wooden swing beneath her felt like a comforting lullaby. The night air was alive with the soothing sounds of crickets and the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. As she watched the stars twinkle to life in the velvety sky, she couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness stir within her.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor Who Helped
Doctor Felix C. May was a respectable doctor at his prime when a man walked into the hospital on Jones Street and asked for him specifically. The man himself was a short, robust man with every ounce of his being neatly tucked into his trousers and his oversized shirt hiding the remnants of the leftovers. He looked every part the man whom the radio broadcasts were saying to avoid at all costs. His hair balding in the front giving him that advantageous look of a smarter, more grown individual, define in absolute intelligence, his widows peak being the best quality he had. The man was a mere babbling, nonsensical person whose only whelms were in eating of the most fattening foods and a more slothful nature. His claim that the good doctor was the only hope he had with his more ambitious and sensational therapy inside of a heated tank where his weight would have been removed in one sitting. The overly obese man thought the good doctor upon seeing him would help right away as he believed himself the proper candidate for the experimental treatment. The man had heard that at one point in the days of high of Roman Conquest and Imperialism that the Vomitorium was a natural born cure, that, and the sensational organization of the Huffington that he desired to be able to acquire. Sadly as the man sought it, the proprietor of the Huffington was more into slimmer perspective clients for this newly formed drug of everyday delivery. Herein the doctor was called upon by the man walking into the hospital setting.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Christmas Key
It was a frosty Christmas Eve in the quaint village of Evergreen Hollow, where the whispers of snowflakes painted the world in shimmering white. The townsfolk gathered in the cozy glow of their homes, awaiting the arrival of a magical night. Among them was young Amelia, a spirited girl of ten, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
By Ryan Hidayat3 years ago in Fiction
Never. Content Warning.
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. Never The radio was playing but it was on so low that they couldn't hear the song that was playing. Maybe it was worth listening to, maybe not. Then it finished and the DJ said a few words over the intro to the next song.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Crying In The Warehouse
Hana had always been a practical person. She prided herself on her ability to stay calm in stressful situations, to think rationally when others panicked. But as she stood alone in the dimly lit warehouse, surrounded by towering shelves stacked high with boxes, her composure wavered. Something was terribly wrong.
By Ryan Hidayat3 years ago in Fiction
The Softest Hands
It started with an argument. Not your ordinary, run of the mill argument either. No. The shouting, see who can yell the loudest kind. The kind where who is right and who is wrong no longer matters. When things get nasty. When you each stop trying to prove your point and simply decide how best to hurt each other.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Fiction
