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Most recently published stories in Chapters.

Saving Helen Of Sparta
But barring the seductive whisperings of Lee’s offer, the rest of my weekend was good. It was good to train again, yes, good to hone my skills again, but it was better still to see the faces of my training partners and friends, friendly faces untwisted by camp discipline and too much power. We joked and we laughed and we punched and we kicked, and in between it all we had a lot of fun—but as the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun and good times are not meant to last, because 48 hours and too soon later I was back outside camp again, back on the cross again, surrounded once again by the glum faces of resigned recruits and the waiting cars of waving parents.
By Alvin Ang2 years ago in Chapters
NANCY. Content Warning.
In a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived a young woman named Nancy. Her name, "Nancy," held ancient meanings that whispered of grace and charm. Her life was a living testament to the beauty of her name's significance.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Chapters
Therapy's house . Top Story - September 2023.
I have written this ten times, deleted, restarted and began again eleven times. It will never become what I want it to be. A story of a willful, head strong, clueless, independent, curious person who loved books, reading and awkward writing more than anything else. I wanted to lock myself away and read books for the rest of my life. But very much so very unfortunately, one has to do the required status quo and do life.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
The Exception of Enmity
In the bustling city of New York, the frenetic rhythm of life was shadowed by glittering towers, where people crossed paths, interwoven yet isolated. Among such individuals were fiery Lilianne, the intriguing artist who sees the world through vibrant colors and passionate strokes, and Gabriel, a stone-cold businessman who only trusted facts, figures, and monotony.
By Glitch2 years ago in Chapters
PATRICIA. Content Warning.
"Discovering the Hidden Stories, Origins, and Significance of Names" In the ancient annals of history, the name Patricia held a significance that resonated through the ages. It was a name that bore the weight of wholeheartedness, poise, and an insatiable pursuit of perfectionism. The echoes of its meaning could be heard in the corridors of empires long past, whispered in the halls of grandeur.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Chapters
I Almost Slept With a Woman Who Was High On Ecstasy
I felt nothing at first. Sure, I was in a beautiful room with a beautiful girl, the girl of my dreams dressed in a tight white tank top and slim-fit yoga pants, but the pill, the MDMA pill we had just swallowed failed to elicit for me any immediate reaction. Sure, the lights were a little brighter, and the air-condition a little warmer, but all in all, I was less than impressed by Molly’s supposed exuberance. Feeling less than impressed I stood up and paced around the room. I paced and I paced―and say, why is the room so hot? Can’t Lady Pearl, the host of this three-hundred-dollar-a-night shophouse, afford even a functioning thermostat? And say, why do I feel so pumped up and energetic all of a sudden, like what I had been doing was not sitting in an air-conditioned room but running in circles under the sun? And hey, why do I feel like running around in circles right about now?
By Alvin Ang2 years ago in Chapters
The Unlikely Friendship. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and a meandering river, there lived a young girl named Lily. She had bright, curious eyes and a heart full of kindness. Lily had a special friend, an elderly man named Mr. Thompson, who lived alone in a cozy cottage at the edge of the village.
By Fousul Haq2 years ago in Chapters
Loving Big Brother
But a new girl would soon enter my life and become my wife, and my wife made me forget it all: forget about talcum-flinging fat boys, forget about Ziggie and his deformed neck, forget about the rich kids with their Bitcoin collections and impossibly hot girlfriends. My wife made me forget not because she was so lovely, but because she was such a high-maintenance woman.
By Alvin Ang2 years ago in Chapters
life is a journey.. Content Warning.
Life is a journey filled with up and downs, triumphs and setbacks, and infinite instructions to be found out along the manner. Each experience, whether or not high quality or poor, has the energy to form us and educate us valuable insights about ourselves and the arena around us. Allow me to percentage a story that encapsulates some of the critical training I've learned in lifestyles.
By Lukhanyo2 years ago in Chapters
Prologue: The Legacy Unveiled
The present day is like no other, every advancements of technology and our worldly progress is alight. Every corner of the world has their own kingdom but in a very faraway land, deep and far from society today is an existing realm today in our civilization where in lays the history and passage of time shown through the heart and soul of this very kingdom named Eldoria. This very kingdom was known to have it's uniqueness of legends coming alive bustling and whispering through the roads and tavern, a kingdom that was known for its bygone era that has still continued its whispering through centuries. This kingdom was envisioned to be known to as a dazzling but forgotten empire, a realm that was shrouded with enigma and a crown that was historically known for it's power and curse that has been created as a bedtime story for centuries in Eldoria's land.
By Anisah Suhailah2 years ago in Chapters
Patou et Boeuf - Duck and Beef
When we landed in Luxembourg this morning, it was all I could do to find my suitcase in the mess of luggage that came pouring down onto the baggage carousel, hunt crazily through the terminal for the taxi stand, arrive at the train station, pay the taxi driver way too much money, buy my train ticket to Paris and another one to Avignon, and get on the train. I slept all the way to Paris, only waking up to show the border crossing guy my passport. When the train arrived in Paris, the only reason I woke up was because the guy next to me was getting off there also, and stepped on my foot really hard as he climbed over me in the tiny train compartment. I probably would have eventually noticed that the train had stopped in the station and had gone silent, but I didn’t want to miss the train to Lyon, so I am kind of glad that guy woke me up. I almost never ride trains at home, and I was looking forward to hours of watching the French countryside and cities pass by through the huge windows, but I missed it all. It did feel good to sleep, though it wasn’t nearly enough.
By Patricia Magdalena Redlin2 years ago in Chapters
Surviving The Scoldings of a Sergeant
The rest of my confinement passed in a haze, a haze of hazings, route marches, and endless runs in the sun. By book-out day I was tanned a nutty golden brown. My shaved head felt good in the sun and even better under the shower. It felt strange but wonderful to not need a towel, to let the wind blow dry my scalp and the sun heat-dry my skin. I even managed to pick up some useful skills during my two-week stay in camp. The two that come to mind are an uncanny ability to sleep anywhere and the neat trick of finishing all my meals in five minutes or less.
By Alvin Ang2 years ago in Chapters