Adventure

The Library That Knew What You Needed
This library didn’t organize books alphabetically or by genre. Instead, the shelves shifted depending on the reader’s heart. A confused teen once walked in and every book about bravery lined up in front of them. Another visitor found books about beginnings rather than endings. The library read people gently, offering the exact stories they didn’t know they needed.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Staircase That Grew with Confidence
In an abandoned cathedral, a floating staircase appeared to those doubting their abilities. At first, only a single step formed. But with every brave choice, another step materialized, spiraling higher. One anxious visitor climbed only three steps before stopping—but the cathedral whispered encouragement through soft echoes. When she climbed again days later, the staircase grew faster, responding to her courage until she reached a balcony overlooking endless possibilities.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Train That Never Followed Its Tracks
A mysterious train appeared only to those uncertain about their future. Instead of following rails, it drifted across fields, lakes, even clouds, choosing its direction based on the passengers’ deepest hopes. A teen unsure of their path boarded it one morning and watched as the landscape changed with every decision they considered. When they finally stepped off, the train vanished—leaving them exactly where they needed to be, not where they expected.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Lanterns of Lost Possibilities
Every year, a mountain village celebrated a quiet ritual. Residents wrote unchosen paths—dreams abandoned, words unsaid, chances missed—onto small paper lanterns. When released, the lanterns didn’t float upward like normal. They drifted sideways, weaving between trees as if searching for the lives they might’ve belonged to. One evening, a girl wrote, I wish I had been braver. Her lantern circled back, hovering in front of her until she lifted her gaze. Only then did it rise into the sky. Some said the lanterns didn’t carry regrets away—they simply waited for the moment a person chose to step forward without them.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Snowman Who Found A Name
On a quiet snowy evening, when the world seemed wrapped in sparkling white, a tiny snowman stood alone in the middle of a frost-covered yard. He was small, half-melted from the day’s sun, and shivering with the cold. Though he tried to smile, there was a sadness in his round coal eyes. He had no name.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Chapters
The Strange Knight (CH 05)
Shermadin called out to Avtandil and Rostevan, gesturing towards the young Knight weeping in the distance. The servants and soldiers turned as well, their eyes resting on the stranger. They admired him from afar, wondering where he had come from and marveling at his appearance.
By H. J. Buellabout a month ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 7: Kev Undergoes Some Changes
The receptionist watched Kev go down the hall. Well, Sharness in the form of the receptionist. She had met with the receptionist the night before, drugged her, and assumed her form. She could have fed, but she figured now was not the time to tip off the tattooed warrior that anyone who cared knew about his entry unto the scene and nothing tips off a tattooed warrior off like a dead body. She would be fine and she would overlay the memories later so that she didn't even know she had lost any time.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Chapter 6: Welcome to the Party
Oliver and Cass walked into Osa Electronics. The store was what you would expect from a successful retail electronics store, with televisions, laptops, and consoles as far as the eye could see. The pair walked up to the customer service station.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Chapters
A Contest of Kings (CH 04)
The day of their challenge dawned bright and sunny, without a cloud in the sky. Avtandil arrived early to meet Rostevan and his armies, wearing crimson armor and riding a white steed. He wore a veil of gold links over his eyes, and his cheeks shone like cut ruby. He was accompanied by his most trusted advisor, Shermadin, who had been his best friend since childhood. Like his Lord, he was also skilled in the art of war.
By H. J. Buellabout a month ago in Chapters
Avtandil's Challenge (CH 03)
The celebrations following Tinatin’s coronation offered no seat for the sad or distraught. Yet, one of her guests sat with his head down. The mask he usually wore to hide his emotions had slipped, despite this man being surrounded by warriors and advisors he had spent a lifetime with. Now, the field of years across his forehead was plowed with fresh lines of sorrow.
By H. J. Buellabout a month ago in Chapters
A King Is Crowned (CH 02)
All courts and Kingdoms have secrets, yet few are kept. Arabia was no different. Before long, ladies and lords whispered Rostevan’s plans between themselves until even commoners were discussing the coming event. Soon the news reached a particular young knight named Avtandil.
By H. J. Buellabout a month ago in Chapters
The Story of Rostevan (CH 01)
Prologue - An Unexpected Meeting (Start Here) There are areas of the world lost to time where a particular magic comes to life. Some say these places exist between the Renaissance of Europe and the Empire of Rome. Others claim to have found them in the ruins of far older civilizations or outlined in handprints on cave walls and carved into petroglyphs. Much like sunsets, their beauty is undeniable, yet the experience is different for everyone.
By H. J. Buellabout a month ago in Chapters