Young Adult
Neche and the Dragon Queen
Neche and the Dragon Queen Chapter One An Abandoned Toddler in the Forest "I really don’t want to do this," Nima muttered under her warm breath. She couldn't understand why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn't her fault her brother decided to fight a troll, knowing full well what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Take Me With You. Top Story - June 2024.
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Fiction
THE WAILING MAMMY-WATER PRINCESS
The Wailing Mammy Water Princess In the heart of Africa, nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lay the village of Ngara. Life in Ngara was simple, bound by traditions that had stood the test of time. Yet, a shadow had fallen over the village. On the longest day of the year, the villagers of Ngara prepared to revive an ancient solstice ritual, one buried in the sands of time. This year, however, the revival carried a darker purpose.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
SOLSTICE NIGHTMARE: When Creatures Erupt from the Shallows
Remi watched from the edge of the window as another of the beastly creatures sprouted from the depths of the ocean, its serpentine body slithering over the rocks, climbing up and wrapping around the lighthouse like a pesky, thorn-encrusted vine—but what was it looking for, Food? Shelter? Light?
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Harmony of Horizons. AI-Generated.
In the verdant valley of Vellamora, where the rivers sang and the mountains whispered ancient secrets, there was a village known for its extraordinary harmony. The villagers of Vellamora were artisans of life, weaving their days with threads of innovation and strands of strategic poetry. Among them was a young woman named Aria, whose voice could tame the wildest storms and whose ideas could spark the dullest minds. Aria believed in the power of unity, in the symphony of collaboration, where every voice mattered and every thought contributed to the grand design. She dreamed of reaching new horizons, not alone, but alongside her people, with grace and collective wisdom guiding their path. Her vision was to create a tapestry of progress, interlaced with the beauty of tradition and the boldness of new ideas. The elders of Vellamora, guardians of the old ways, watched Aria with a blend of skepticism and intrigue. They had seen many seasons, many cycles of change, but never had they encountered a spirit so fiercely gentle, so determinedly serene. Aria approached them with a proposal, a challenge to blend the old with the new, to find a strategy within the poetry of their existence. With the blessing of the elders, Aria set forth on her quest, gathering around her a mosaic of minds and talents. There was the blacksmith, whose steel sang of strength and flexibility; the weaver, whose fabrics told stories of the past and visions of the future; the farmer, whose crops grew in patterns of ingenious complexity; and the scholar, whose knowledge bridged worlds and eras. Together, they embarked on a journey of transformation, each step a note in their ever-expanding melody of progress. They built structures that defied the wind, crafted tools that harnessed the sun, and composed works that moved the soul. Their village became a beacon, a testament to the harmony of horizons, where every sunset promised new possibilities. As seasons turned, Vellamora's fame spread far and wide, attracting travelers from distant lands. They came seeking the secret of the village's success, and Aria shared it with open hands and an open heart. "It is not in the pursuit of a single goal," she would say, "but in the dance of many aspirations, in the embrace of diverse talents, that true innovation is born."
By Umair Siddiquie2 years ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Believes in Faeries
Despite being a very precocious little girl full of Magick and having wonderful parents who had taught her that the things she saw and the things she could do were as natural as rain in the summertime, Cybil Kae had one major regret: despite all the Magick in her life, she had never once caught so much as a glimpse of a Faerie. She believed in them with all her heart, and wanted very much to see one, but here she was almost eight and a half years old and still hadn't seen one.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Fiction
How to Seduce a Girl
Step-by-step instructions to construct a veritable association with a young lady Understanding how to fabricate a veritable association with somebody you're keen on is a vital piece of fostering a significant relationship. Rather than zeroing in on "enticement," which can suggest control or deception, it's smarter to focus on making a certifiable bond in view of common regard and genuine connection. This is an aide en route to moving toward this in a deferential and powerful way.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Was Born in February
It was very late at night and Cybil couldn't sleep. Her mind was running around inside her head with all kinds of thoughts, thoughts about everything. This wasn't unusual; her mother said that Cybil took after her father. He almost never slept because he was always thinking about everything, too, and was always busy doing something interesting.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Mausoleum: A Perilous Journey to the Other Side
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected powers Solstice Quotes: “Out from behind the darkness viewed, the light again renewed. May strife and worry cease, with warming rays of joy and peace. The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
