Short Story
Symbiotic: Chapter 34
Chapter 34 “Excellent!”, Sara said, ignoring the humored chuffing of a Life Lion in the stalks than only her heightened Mind would have heard. “Then how about introductions, my new friends. I am Sara Bloom, Viscount of Haven Valley and the Crystal Cavern Dungeon. Welcome to Haven Valley.”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 32
Chapter 32 Mind awhirl with this new information. That the battles she had fought thus far were only to qualify for the actual contest still to come. She stood and headed back into the main hallway, the statues of Haven Valley’s guardians watched silently as Tas shimmered into view beside her.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
The Season of the Honkers
Kael was born for the high, silent corridors of the sky. A Sandhill Crane, his life was a map of ethereal places: the tundra of Sibéria, the marshes of Nebraska, the skies in between. His world was one of graceful, deliberate movement and low, rattling calls that echoed over wetlands. He flew in a neat, arrow-shaped formation with his own kind, a symphony of coordinated wings.
By Habibullah10 months ago in Fiction
Edit Your Perfect Future Baby?
Date: 17th December 2075 Imagine stepping into a future where creating a child feels less like biology and more like art. A world where parenthood begins not with uncertainty, but with possibility. Where a couple doesn’t just hope their child gets the “good genes”… they choose them.
By Sakuni Bandara10 months ago in Fiction
To Dust
The world ended on a Wednesday. Not with fire or thunder or a sudden vanishing—just a quiet, almost polite collapse. The sun rose pale. The air tasted metallic. And the dust, fine as ash and soft as winter breath, drifted from the horizon like a slow-moving tide.
By Alexander Mind10 months ago in Fiction
Villanelle of Regret .The Echo I Can’t Forget
I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. The world keeps spinning, but my heart is set— Frozen in moments where truth derailed. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget. I tell myself to breathe, to forgive the threat, But silence remindsbreathe, to forgive the threat, But silence reminds me where love once trailed. I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. Each choice I carried like an unpaid debt broken, a dream that never sailed. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget. Your name still rises in the dark like a silhouette, A bittersweet lesson time has never veiled. I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. If fate allows, perhaps one day our paths reset— But some hopes fade like paper left rain, too frail. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget, I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret.
By Awa Nyassi10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter He Never Sent
Mira always believed that some people enter our lives the way dawn enters the sky—quietly and without asking permission. That’s exactly how Adrian came into hers. He slipped into her daily routines, her conversations, her silences, until she couldn’t imagine a world where his voice wasn’t waiting for her every morning.
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Fiction
When the Moon Stopped Moving
The night Amina realized something had changed forever, the moon looked strangely still, as if it was holding its breath with her. She stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the clouds drift over the sky, clutching her phone the way a drowning person holds a piece of wood. She kept telling herself the message wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not after the promises, not after the way he held her, not after the way he whispered, “You’re the part of me the world was missing.”
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of a Single Lie
Long ago, in a quiet valley surrounded by mountains, there stood an old kingdom known as Darvash. Its people lived simple lives. Farmers worked the fields, shepherds guided their flocks, and traders came from faraway lands to sell spices and woven cloth. The kingdom was peaceful because its ruler, King Safir, believed in only one law: Truth must stand above everything.
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Fiction
