Adventure

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Get ghosted and plumped is what can be defined as what she is going through,she wasn't able to tell her brother she brought someone into the house,he was also not going to leave his missing things behind and she was also not going to risk telling her brother what went on whiles her brother was away,well lets talk about what happened when Elvis got home and decided to play dump to his sister, she wasn't ready for his drama ,3 weeks later and she started to feel some changes and guess what both sisters are pregnant.
By The Reader's 7 months ago in Chapters
The Untold Struggle Behind Robert Downey Jr.’s Comeback
In 2008, Robert Downey Jr. became Iron Man — a role that would not only launch the Marvel Cinematic Universe but also redefine his career and legacy. The face of a billion-dollar franchise, Downey is now one of the most recognizable and beloved actors in the world. But what many people don’t realize is how close the world came to never seeing that version of him at all.
By mike7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 4
Rain traced silver rivers down the glasswork spires of Drevril’s upper court, the storm cloaking the palace in a veil of soft thunder and distant lightning. Below, within the East Gildhall, laughter spilled through stained crystal like wine from an overfilled goblet—fragrant, rich, and sharp with something spoiled beneath.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 1 Sent to The Front Lines
"Gah— I...I can’t ... coughs violently... b-breathe—" A boy who still looked to be in his teenage years clutched his chest as he desperately tried to breathe, yet all he felt was the burning sensation searing through his lungs.
By Unwanted_Gift7 months ago in Chapters
From Chaos to Calm: How Keanu Reeves Became the Most Respected Man in Hollywood
Keanu Reeves: The Quiet Hero of Hollywood Keanu Reeves is unlike any other celebrity. In a world built on fast fame, viral moments, and curated personas, he moves differently. While others shout, he whispers. While others pose, he simply stands. And in doing so, he’s become one of the most quietly loved and deeply respected figures in modern pop culture.
By mike7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 3
The wind howled through Arlavorn’s spire district like a beast in mourning, clawing at the bone-white towers and rattling the glasswork domes that crowned the palace rooftops. Dust lifted in swirling eddies across the marbled streets as if the city itself were trying to breathe out the corruption settling in its lungs.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Dimmed Sunlight. Top Story - June 2025.
I keep her pictures in what Generation Alpha would see as a vintage box but I know it is from Old Navy; and holds that smells of old chapstick and age. Photos on all four sides of the box of memories on developed Polaroids slipped in. Lift the top and there she is, frozen at thirty-eight, laughing like a brass bell in a summer parade. In every shot her shoulders are square, spine fluid like a proud river, hands mid-air as though the punchline has just landed and she’s gifting the air back to the world. She looks at the camera the way sunflowers look at the sun with a guaranteed certainty that it will rise again.
By Cadma7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 2
Rain slashed against the lacquered eaves of the Roseward Gate as the trio passed beneath its snarling gryphon sigils, the storm offering no kindness for returning exiles or outlawed mages. Drevril’s capital, Arlavorn, breathed with veiled menace. Market stalls remained shuttered, their canvas draped like corpses. Crimson banners snapped on parapets above, but beneath them, the scent of burning ink and alchemical ash stained the wind. Something sacred had been disturbed.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 1
The summons arrived with the quiet weight of a blade unsheathed in darkness. Wrapped in scarlet vellum and sealed with the sun-crowned crest of Drevril, the parchment exuded an unnatural warmth, like paper left too close to flame. The sigil binding it glimmered faintly with threads of memory-ink, a craftwork so precise that even Elira, standing several feet away in the shadowed inn loft, could feel the thrum of imitation power.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Shadows Over Soravin - Part 5
The once-proud ruin, hollowed halls of learning and vaults of buried arcanum, lay under a bruised sky. Ash still curled from fissures where forgotten magic had been disturbed, and the rain that fell was thick, laced with the taint of alchemical run-off, slicking the blackened stones and whispering like dying words into the cracks. The vault was gone. Collapsed. But its echoes still throbbed in the bones of the city.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows Over Soravin - Part 4
The descent felt like stepping into the marrow of a buried god. No light guided them, only memory. Thin lines of crystalline veinwork pulsed faintly along the vault walls, casting a sickly indigo shimmer over the steps. With every touch of a boot to stone, fragmented echoes burst outward, moments frozen in time, hazy and sharp in equal measure. Vaelin saw a gloved hand dripping with someone else’s blood. Elira glimpsed a page torn from a sigil codex, set aflame before the eyes of a weeping child. And Tovik… Tovik flinched at a laugh that sounded too much like his own, coming from a voice behind a mask.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Adventures of Oahron (part 6)
Strolling onward, just a few miles away from Futora City now, Jahru takes a detour eastbound off the dirt road into a most out-of-the-ordinary jungle type of terrain. Tons of ropey vines hang low, spreading across the stringy cluttered treetops. Some crawly things live up in those branches. The child looks around with a wide grin asking at least a dozen questions about each and every thing that meets him at eye level. Jahru places his grimy paws over his ears as the boy continues to yap on.
By Netanel Lynn8 months ago in Chapters