Adventure
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 7
They stood at the edge of the forest’s breathless hush, staring at the black glass spire on the cliff beyond. The tower rose like a needle from the land’s charred bones, fractured but whole, reflecting slivers of starlight in its broken surface. It was older than Hollowspire, older than the Flamecourt, older even than the songs Elira’s ancestors once wove into stone.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Napoleon Hill success principles
Jason Carter was an ordinary man with extraordinary dreams. At 28, he found himself stuck in a dead-end job, buried under credit card debt, and battling the slow erosion of his self-worth. Yet, deep inside, a voice whispered that he was meant for more. One rainy afternoon, while waiting at a dusty bus stop, he picked up a second-hand book from a nearby street vendor — the cover read Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill.
By Fanince historian 7 months ago in Chapters
Uplifting the Underserved: How Son Dinh Tran Redefines Real Estate Leadership
In a real estate market where profit often takes center stage, Son Dinh Tran’s approach stands apart. As founder of Tran Group, he doesn’t just develop properties—he cultivates opportunity. His journey from immigrant laborer to respected developer has been guided by one consistent value: service.
By Dena Falken Esq7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 6
Even as the glyphs of the temple dimmed, the hush they left behind was not peace, it was a silence waiting to be broken. The trio climbed the winding stairs back to the surface, each step echoing with ash-soaked finality. The stone underfoot still radiated warmth, the heat of forgotten power bleeding upward through the marrow of Hollowspire. Elira’s hands glowed faintly with residual spellwaltz rhythm, the sigils trailing off her fingertips like fading notes written in flame. Tovik’s palm still bore the shape of the seared mask, a blackened imprint over trembling skin that pulsed faintly like a living wound.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Town That Woke Up Silent. AI-Generated.
One ordinary Monday, the town of Eldridge woke up to something strange—no sound. Not a whisper, not a footstep, not even the wind rustling the leaves. Phones worked, cars started, mouths moved… but no sound came out.People panicked. Some cried silently. Others laughed, thinking it was a prank or a nightmare. But 12-year-old Mia noticed something no one else did: the birds were gone.By evening, she found an old man scribbling in chalk on the street: “The Silence has come again. Find the Bell. Ring it before midnight.”With the town frozen in fear, Mia raced through the fog-covered hills to the old bell tower. The door was sealed. She kicked, scratched, and climbed until she reached the rope. It was frayed.As the clock struck 11:59, she leapt, grabbing the rope with all her weight. The bell rang once—low, metallic, and trembling.Then came the screams, the laughter, the dogs barking—all at once. Sound was back.But so was something else.The Bell had woken something ancient beneath the town… and it was listening.
By Hasnain Bacha7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 5
The mask was heavier than it looked. Tovik turned it over in his hands, feeling the obsidian glass flex faintly at his touch, an impossible pliability, like it breathed with him. Its surface shimmered faintly beneath the temple’s flickering glyphlight, catching motes of golden dust in its curves. The DuMonte crest etched in gold was no longer dormant. It glowed as if lit from within, pulsing gently with every beat of his heart, as though answering some ancient rhythm.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Tributary
The Tributary Sai Marie Johnson Chapter One 1994 Tara scoffed slightly. There was nothing more annoying than being lassoed with her younger sibling and cousins on the first day of Summer break. She rolled her eyes upon realizing that she wasn't going to enjoy the day reading to her leisure and somehow had to come to terms with how to entertain the brats under her direction.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 4
The air beyond the gate was thick, not with dust, but with memory. It pressed against them in invisible waves, each step drawing deeper into a space where time folded and meaning unraveled. The corridor curved downward into the earth, its stone walls alive with ever-shifting glyphs. Elira watched them shift as she passed, each sigil reacting to her presence, some flaring briefly, others dimming like ancient spirits holding their breath, whispering old songs in a language of light.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Clock That Stopped Time . Content Warning.
Ali never liked the attic in his grandfather’s old house. It smelled of dust and memories, filled with boxes of faded photos, yellowed letters, and creaking floorboards that groaned under every step. But one rainy afternoon, while hiding from his little sister who wanted him to play tea party for the third time that day, Ali found a small wooden box under a pile of blankets.
By Samer Kham7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 3
The descent began at dusk, when the last light touched the horizon like a burnt wick. The mine entrance gaped like an ancient mouth, framed by rusted rails and reinforced with skeletal supports etched in a hybrid of old sigils and modern stabilizing glyphs. The surrounding earth seemed to lean inward, as if trying to reclaim the wound. The stone glimmered faintly, not with ore, but with veins of dormant light, pulsing softly to the rhythm Elira now recognized: not natural tremor, but echo-song. A buried harmony that tugged at magic, memory, and marrow alike.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
