Adventure

Adventures of Oahron (part 5)
Oahron awakens to a gentle furry touch across the cheek, gazing into a little coal-colored set of eyes peering down at him. The little thing then vanishes with the wind as it leaves a white trail between the trees. Now alone again, Oahron has no trouble pulling away the root that had once snared his foot. It's grip isn’t even locked down anymore.
By Netanel Lynn8 months ago in Chapters
Roots and Roads: A Story of Village and City Life
Arjun stood at the edge of the narrow dirt path, the morning mist curling around his feet like a whisper from the past. Before him stretched the village he had called home for the first eighteen years of his life—lush green fields, thatched huts, and the distant hum of cowbells echoing like lullabies from his childhood.
By Muhammad Saeed8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 3
Rain traced the curved windows of the Skyglass Hall in thin silver lines, casting wavering shadows over the ballroom’s polished floor. Outside, Verashtel’s highest spire moaned faintly in the wind, but inside, the laughter was too loud, the music too sharp, and the masks far too fixed. Danger lingered beneath the perfume and poise.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Adventures of Oahron (part 4)
Jahru had followed the florescent trail of shrooms to yet another small clearing around the same time that Oahron had begun his search for his missing uncle. This latent location contains nothing more than a single gravestone resting symmetrically in the center of the forest which conceals this place cleverly.
By Netanel Lynn8 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 02 | Starbuilders
Deciding that he must take a calculated risk, Nothaar stepped out from his hiding place and presented himself. He positioned his hands into the universal gesture of peace, demonstrating that he was not brandishing a weapon. After making a noise with his throat to ensure that the strangers would notice him and not be taken unawares, Nothaar began in the dialect he had heard from them, "Greetings be to you, fellow travelers. Me hear you speak Language of Children, too. You speak Language of Children good; me very impressed. Language of Children very difficult for people not children!"
By J.P. Prag8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 2
The House of Falling Stars looked like something stitched from the dreams of an opium-drunk tailor. Its three towers leaned in opposing directions like dancers caught mid-spin. The walls were made of pale pink stone imported from some ruined temple in the east, veined with gold and soft to the touch. Water spilled in silent sheets down the front façade, catching the light of the sunrise in a thousand fractured colors. And on the threshold, etched above a set of polished blackwood doors, were the words: What you reveal, we record. What you hide, we sell.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Smoke Over the Sun
Blank stood with her back to the sinking Honesty. The restless sea would soon consume it and even the smoke rising in a black pillar would be swallowed by the waves. The sooner the better, she thought.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Chapters
The Monkey King’s Rebellion: China’s Most Badass Myth
1. The Birth of a Legend A rock got pregnant. Yes, really. On a mountain top, a magical stone absorbed the power of the sun and moon—until BOOM!—it cracked open, and out jumped a monkey with glowing golden eyes.
By sherryshen8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 1
The city of Verashtel didn’t sleep. It dreamed. Gilded bridges arched over canals where swan-headed gondolas glided silently, their lanterns glowing in shades of rose-gold and sea-glass green. Perfumed smoke curled from rooftop hookahs. Courtesans and spies wore mirrored masks that shimmered with spells to hide their true faces. Even the moon, pale and proud above the city’s spires, seemed half-masked behind silver clouds.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Part One: Manifestation
Me and my husband left Winter Park, Florida back in the summer of 2012 due to him making the decision to drop out of college. He wasn’t having fun in the film degree in Florida. With no money left, being that we were living off of his financial aid, we moved back to Houston, Texas with his mom. We were living in his old bedroom that was never meant to be a bedroom. It was built to be a dining room. So, we had curtains in the doorway between the kitchen and the bedroom and between the hallway and the bedroom. Before he was married to me, he never had any curtains in his bedroom for privacy.
By Rachel Velez8 months ago in Chapters
The Vanishing Act - The Return Part 3
In case you missed the first two chapters of the Return: Vanishing Act - The Return Part 1 Vanishing Act - The Return Part 2
By John Cox8 months ago in Chapters
From Chaos to Courage: 5 Lessons to Thrive in Life’s Storms
From Fear to Freedom: 5 Lessons on Thriving in an Unpredictable World The wind howled through the city streets as I clutched my soaked coat, the termination email glowing harshly on my phone. At 34, I was unemployed, alone, and facing a future that felt like a dark, uncharted void. The city’s towering skyscrapers loomed through the downpour, their glowing windows reflecting my shattered plans. I’d always chosen the safe path—steady job, familiar routines—but now, life had pulled the rug out from under me. Fear twisted in my gut, heavy and relentless. Yet, that stormy night sparked a journey that showed me how to embrace chaos and thrive.
By Mralex8 months ago in Chapters