Young Adult
Whispers of the Forgotten Sky
Whispers of the Forgotten Sky Long ago, when the world was young, the sky held stories in its vast embrace. The stars danced in patterns, weaving tales of heroes, lovers, and forgotten lands. The sun whispered secrets as it rose, and the moon sang lullabies as it drifted across the heavens. But as time passed, the people below grew busy. They built cities that hid the stars and filled their lives with noise, drowning the whispers of the sky.
By Dinesh Maurya2 years ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 5. Content Warning.
My parents stopped and looked at me as they came through the door. There was no indication by their expressions as to what they might be thinking, and nor did they say anything. Olly must have known something was up, though, as he took one look at me and disappeared down the hall to his bedroom. His slamming of the door was felt all the way through to the kitchen.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Oahron (prologue)
Preface This story is based off of the starting point of a sci-fi fantasy war story I wrote some years ago. I am taking the beginning portion of an early draft of my book and splitting it into short stories (probably 3 short stories) based off of my main character Oahron in his early childhood. This is an ongoing draft and may be a bit jagged and in need of editing. Please show support for this project to help support a bigger work based on these promotional stories I will be sharing freely online.
By Netanel Lynn2 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Connections. Content Warning.
Micaela and I had been together for what felt like a lifetime. We’d fallen in love one sun-drenched summer when we were twenty, our connection as natural as the turning of the tides. I had always been faithful to her, and I believed she was the same not out of obligation, but out of a deep, mutual respect.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death; Chapter 17
I stare up at the ceiling of my room, flicking my eyes to my clock for a second. Bearly five in the morning. Had last night really happened or had that been some weird fever dream? I glance over at my laptop. It's pressed back against the wall, but open, screen open to me. Slowly, I sit up, realizing I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes. I carefully scan my arms, there's no signs of any bites.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 19
Frowin nickers uneasily, prancing in place. "Shh," I sooth him, gently patting his neck, "It's alright." Another strong gust of wind goes by. If my hair weren't pulled back, it'd be a tangled mess by now. I look at Micah. "That storm is hitting tonight."
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Violet Eyes
The neon glow of Neo-Avalon, a sprawling metropolis where humans and their near-perfect creations, the Synths, coexisted in a tense, often uneasy balance, painted the rain-slicked streets in hues of electric blue and toxic green. Rain dripped from the brim of Dameian Blackwood’s fedora, mirroring the relentless drip of time on his soul.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Estate
The newlyweds arrived as twilight draped the world in its lingering glow, the sky a bruised palette of amber and deep violet. Amara stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel, the cool air kissing her exposed shoulders and sending a delightful shiver down her spine. The silk of her blouse, a shade of deep crimson, shifted gently against her skin with each breath, the fabric catching the last rays of the setting sun.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Scorching Sun
The village of Bandhnapur, nestled deep in the parched heart of the Northern peninsula, was a place where life moved slowly, bound by the unyielding grip of tradition. Dust clung to every surface, carried by dry winds that whispered secrets from generations past. The fields stretched endlessly, cracked and barren under the merciless sun, while the thatched huts huddled together like battered soldiers braving a storm.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
