Adventure

Chapter 3: Hemari - Guardian of the Sword
After the night of the Shadows' battle with the village, Ryoma sat by a dim fire at the edge of the forest, the marks of the battle still evident on his face and clothes. He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious spirit that had appeared to him earlier, "Crimson Dawn", and the significance of the sword he held. In this thin darkness, Ryoma sensed someone approaching.
By Kaido Saphiraabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter Two: Shadow in the Night
Chapter Two: Shadow in the Night As the threats began to loom, the atmosphere of Kaizen Village became tense and anxious. People whispered about the presence of strangers hovering around the village's borders, while Ryoma felt a heavy pressure in his chest whenever he thought about his words with the Crimson Dawn. He had become the bearer of the Crimson Dawn Sword, and he now knew that this sword carried with it a huge responsibility that exceeded his current capabilities.
By Kaido Saphiraabout a year ago in Chapters
The Table of Kalila Nag - Part 3
If you missed my opening prologue and part 2, to better follow along click the links below: The Table of Kalila Nag - Prologue
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
An unknown truth hidden in the reverse flow of the river
The day Rani disappeared, the river was flowing in the reverse direction. This strange incident created a stir in the entire village. Rani was the most beautiful and playful girl in the village. Her hair was black, wavy, like the shadow of the night, and her eyes were deep, as if there was some secret hidden in them. Everyone in the village was impressed by her soft-spokenness and mischievous antics. But that day when the river started flowing in the reverse direction, people were surprised and then someone screamed and gave the news - "Rani has disappeared!"
By Devender Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
The Path of the Forgotten
In the heart of the ancient Oakenwood Forest lay a forgotten path, hidden beneath a blanket of fallen leaves. It was a place where the autumn mist gathered like a veil, cloaking the trail in secrecy. Those who wandered here rarely found it intentionally; it was said that the forest chose whom it allowed to see the path.
By Syed Shaheer Aliabout a year ago in Chapters
The Real-world of a Little Girl II
The little girl could barely sleep that night. Again and again, she was worried about her grandfather, and she must have barely dreamed. In which her life appeared purposeful and full of happiness. But soon it was morning, and for the first time in a long interval, the sun was shining on the horizon. As soon as Elicia woke up, her eyes first went to the walls of the room, but today there were no pictures there. Then her eyes went to a corner of the room, where her grandfather was lying in a disheveled state. His clothes and shoes were completely soaked, fruits and other food items were scattered around him, and his body had stiffened completely from the cold as if he had turned into a large block of ice. His body had turned cold; both of his hands were stained with colors, and small cans of paint were scattered around him. It was as if he wanted to create a picture even in his final moments as if he wanted to capture Elicia’s last dream on the walls forever. But he passed away while making his final attempt. He had to give up his life while searching for food on that stormy night, and due to the dreadful cold outside, he succumbed to death.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
The Real-world of a little girl
A fierce, stormy, snowy night stretched across a vast, barren, icy desert, but light still shone from a small house there. The weather outside was so harsh and deadly that there was no hope for life in sight. The sky seemed to be weeping, its tears touching the ground below. Amid the fierce, icy winds, when the sound of bombs and bullets echoed through the atmosphere, it felt as if a bloodthirsty wolf was tearing out a human’s heart and devouring it right before their eyes.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
Renewed Perspectives and Gratitude in South Korea
It feels like a lifetime ago I was here in South Korea as a different man who wanted nothing out of life. I spent 9 months deployed on the DMZ back when I was in the army and I was bitter, and still angry at the world. Unable to appreciate this beautiful country I was in until now.
By Matthew Mccaheyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Story of a Penniless Traveler
Throughout my many years roaming around the globe, I have had the good luck to become acquainted with a multitude of other people doing the same. Out of them all, many fell into the category of the so-called budget travelers.
By okisanityabout a year ago in Chapters
The Final Lockdown
Sweat trickled sideways down Jonas's forehead while he tried to sleep. The smokey odor of burning smuggled contraband filled his nostrils. The pungent aroma was a mixture of chemicals, but mostly fentanyl and bug spray. It wasn't new. It was only the newer way of coping behind the walls.
By Jason Ray Morton about a year ago in Chapters
The Symphony of Shattered Echoes
The room was neither dark nor light but suspended in some in-between hue, like the last breath of twilight. Anna stood at its center, though her feet never quite touched the ground. The air around her pulsed—not with sound, but with something deeper, something that echoed inside her ribs and fractured her stillness.
By Just Healthyabout a year ago in Chapters
Orthavos: The Stone Awakening
Orthavos: The Stone Awakening "The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished," A soft melodious voice spoke quietly, as the sound of footsteps and water dripping echoed around the darkness in which the group was walking. The sting of ocean salt had stung their eyes as they went deeper into the cavern that they had taken a small boat to, off the coastal cliffs to the kingdom of Arataur.
By DHARMENDRA KUMAR BAIRWAabout a year ago in Chapters