Adventure

Why My Ex Thanked Me Years After Our Breakup
On a quiet Monday morning, Mira unlocked her phone and froze at the message: “Hey. I just wanted to say… thank you.” It had been four years since she and Alex ended things. No contact. No explanations. No goodbye beyond the void. And now, six simple words.
By Muhammad Saeed6 months ago in Chapters
Specter of La Sirene del Crescente. Top Story - July 2025.
I rubbed the inky residue off the tip of my finger with a napkin and pursed my lip casually. The commission was done, but something seemed missing – and I knew it was more than the absence of my artist signature in the right-hand bottom corner. I narrowed my eyes and continued to peer at the image I’d created – the morphing edges of grey, black, and white somehow seeming to shift across the page as I stared back at it.
By Sai Marie Johnson6 months ago in Chapters
Where the Silk Cotton Tree Grows
Anjali had never believed any of it. Not until the tree started whispering her grandmother’s name. Anjali arrived in Guyana with her mother’s ashes in a brass urn and a suitcase full of guilt. The sun hit different here. It didn’t just warm; it clung—dense and golden, as if memory itself had weight in the air.
By Sabrina6 months ago in Chapters
I Left the Baby in Dimension X
But this baby is wailing like an electric guitar. And if there's any doubt, then there's the smell, or the lack of it. My baby farts like a race horse. No filtration system known to man can completely dilute it. Weaker noses would rush for the airlock, but I'm used to it after six months of sleepy time drives.
By Sabrina6 months ago in Chapters
Has Marvel got its mojo back? Critics give verdicts on Fantastic Four
Fantastic Four: First Steps is helping Marvel to "get its mojo back", according to most early reviews of the new superhero reboot.
By Dena Falken Esq6 months ago in Chapters
Rejection Letters and the Art of Still Showing Up
It starts quietly. A ping in your inbox. A heart that races. A title that reads: “Thank you for your submission…” and then, that word. The one we all hate to see.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Chapters
Songs of the Silver Wizard
COMPENDIUM “The thing about dangerous friends is that they are dangerous, even if they are your friends.” Flames licked the air, dancing like tendrils of smoke that still carried the warmth of the fire. Thaddeus slammed his staff into the ground, and the courtyard shuddered as the wall of water met the unholy bonfire.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Chapters
The War of the Americas - Rescue & Loss
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. While I do use some people from the real world as characters including the current president of the United States of America Donald Trump and the current president of Mexico Claudia Scheinbaum, what is said by them and/or about them is totally fictional and is in no way meant to suggest that is how they are in real life or what they believe in real life. The actions they do or do not take in the story are also of course totally made up. I have no idea how either would respond if this situation were to arise and my knowledge of the specifics of the politics of Mexico is very limited. My knowledge of the structure of their military, etc. is based on what is publicly available and may be less than accurate or completely wrong. I know exactly as much about the Mexican military as Wikipedia knows. Anything else I made up. I know nothing as to the existence or not of a Mexican intelligence apparatus let alone the level of sophistication if may or may not possess if it does in fact exist. Hopefully it is also obvious that I have no idea what the CIA’s assessment of the mental fitness of any world leader is, nor do I even know if they produce such an assessment. I also have no special knowledge of the CIA, its operations, policies, procedures, or history. In that way I am like 99.999% of all people on the planet. I also have no special knowledge of the Mexican cartels, their structure, leadership or political leanings outside of the little I have read in researching this story. Further, while the two main characters, Dominic and Sylvia Platt are (very) loosely based on my wife and myself there are more differences than similarities. To be clear my wife is not now, nor has she ever been an agent of the CIA or any other American or foreign intelligence agency. In fact, she has never been employed by any government agency, state or federal. While I have worked for the federal government very briefly (~1 year) as a fellow with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention I am also not currently employed by any government agency, foreign or domestic.
By Everyday Junglist6 months ago in Chapters
Rumors. Content Warning.
Rumors In the small, sun-dappled village of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, life moved at a gentle, predictable pace. The villagers knew each other by name, their lives intertwined like the roots of the ancient oak tree in the town square. But beneath the surface of this idyllic community, there was one thing that spread faster than the spring breeze—rumors.
By The Reader's 7 months ago in Chapters
Old Enough; Endless Summer ~ part IX of series
Clara watched as her Aunt Pearl's taxicab pulled away from the curb and although she acted as if she was annoyed by her cousin Jolly being left home with her for the day, deep down she knew he might be needed. Truth is her bark is worse than her bite as they say. Clara remembers whispering to May, her best and only freckled faced white friend, "I ain't never bit nobody although I could give Jolly a good pinch now and then to calm his jumping bean bee-hind down."
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Chapters
The Roar in the Shadows
In the heart of the Elderwood Jungle, where the trees towered like ancient giants and mist curled along the forest floor like whispered secrets, a lone lion named Zuberi walked between silence and legend.
By Ghani7 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters