Short Story
Gastien and the Golden Wine
Gastien held a single grape in his fingers, looking down at it with curiosity. He had never seen anything like it before. It wasn’t dark and purple, nor was it light and green. It looked golden, and almost transparent. Like a glass marble, filled with amber juice.
By Paul Plett2 years ago in Fiction
The New Kinkdoms
The New Kingdoms The world had crumbled under its own weight. The grand towers of glass and steel had shattered, the hum of machines had gone silent, and the arrogance of man had led him back to dust. It was the end of an age of technology, and from the ruins of the old world, a new dawn arose a return to the time of kings and queens, of warriors and warlords, of steel and magic.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting Of Car 17
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By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Self-Defeating Victory
Once upon a time, a benevolent king ruled over a peaceful kingdom. In the way of many kings, he had an uncle who had out-lived his brother, the previous king, and after his first wife had died of a mysterious illness, he had married again, to a very beautiful woman who was kind to his children and as beautiful as a sunrise.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
In the Playground
Okay, this is how I remember everything. It was a beautiful day. I remember it, even though I was just turning twelve. We always went out in the summer to find a park and have a picnic, and that time was no different than any other. Well, I didn't think so. Why would I? Like I said, I was just a little kid at the time (almost thirteen), and it was a great day.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
‘Who Did It?’
It was a stormy night on the mid-summer 1976. On that night, there was an urban hotel from downtown in Chicago, Illinois. There were nine people in this hotel: Two young couples(Fransico and Sophia) for their romantic trip; A manager; and five college students(Ryan, Megan, Sarah, Timothy, and Margret) from the crime/science department) for their week project along with their professor(Dr. Mark). They were introduced themselves one after another at the lobby area. The music played with some tunes in the late-sixties. They shake hands one after another. They grabbed some nice coffee and delicious snacks. They began to have some friendly conversation. Each of them said ‘hi- nice to meet you.’ Hello.’ They were greeting each other. They asked questions, making jokes, and laughed altogether.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes Through Time. AI-Generated.
Danielle stood in the middle of her old bedroom, the air thick with the scent of childhood—dusty books, the faint remnants of her mother’s lavender detergent, and the worn wood of her desk. The room was smaller than she remembered, the walls still plastered with posters of long-forgotten rock bands. She hadn’t stepped foot in this place for decades.
By Caitlyn Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT MAGIC - ch 11
MIDNIGHT MAGIC – ch 11 Julie (*)(*)(*) Julie looked into the eyes of her new husband and without so much as a moment’s hesitation, answered, “Yes. Yes, I do, with all my heart.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward and softly kissed his lips.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
