Cliffhanger
Harper's Hill, Chapter 19: The Cost of Protection
Emily had finally found out the truth. She sat by the window in her small hotel room, looking outside and watching the world go by in a town that was a few hours away from home. It was big enough for her to hide in, but small enough that she didn't feel lost in it.
By Amanda Doyle11 months ago in Chapters
The Immortal King’s Ruin
Prologue The kingdom of Eldoria stood as a monument to human ambition. Vast, golden fields stretched beyond the eye could see, their bounty feeding not only the mouths of the people but also the pride of their ruler. At its heart, the great capital, Vareth, boasted towers that touched the sky, temples that hummed with prayers of devotion, and streets paved with stones that had felt the footsteps of generations.
By Sandra Amiedor11 months ago in Chapters
That Pesky Bus Driver
Mike Gulf didn’t have much time to make his new condo feel like home. Bill, his old army buddy and new boss, was familiar with Mike’s many talents as a detective from the days they had worked together as Army CID investigators. Back then Mike was his boss. Mike’s new living quarters were in such disarray because Bill had assigned him to an undercover job as soon as he got back from London.
By Mark Gagnon11 months ago in Chapters
A Poisonous Game
Electric Hearts: The room was filled with an electric hum, the kind of tension that seemed to make the air thicker, harder to breathe. Journalists stood in clusters, cameras at the ready, microphones poised, all eyes trained on the two figures who sat across from each other on stage. The distance between them wasn’t much, but it felt like miles. Or maybe just inches.
By llaurren's reads11 months ago in Chapters
The Honest Witness
Farhan was a man of the soil. His land was not just a piece of earth—it was his heritage, his pride, the lifeblood of his family. Passed down through generations, it held the memories of his ancestors, the sweat of their labor mixed into every grain of dirt. He tilled it with love, his calloused hands turning the soil with care, planting hope in every furrow. The golden fields swayed like waves in the wind, whispering stories of hard work, resilience, and an unbreakable bond with the land.
By verse voyager11 months ago in Chapters
The Unknown Artist - Part 5
Author's Note: If you haven't read the previous parts of this beautiful story, be sure to start from the beginning! Check out the links below. This is a collaborative story between me and Rowan Finley, an amazing storyteller and writer!
By Sibley Shamra11 months ago in Chapters
Fiendishly Consumed
The air around me is charged in anticipation of my meeting with the demonic witch. As I continue along the trail of the ancient murderess, I sniff the air for her familiar odor and almost gag at the pungent aroma of her scent. Bodies lay where they had fallen as she plunged through the crowds of people, leaving more dead than alive in her wake. Sensing that I am closer to her than I have been in ages, I dive deeper into this sleepless city, eager for the hunt to be finished.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly (Part 14) / Voices (Part 7). Content Warning.
(Links to the previous chapters of Blackbird Fly and Voices can be found at the end of this story) New Developments “Ray, Emily, Jack,” Sheryl yelled from the living room of the safe house. “Come downstairs. I have some news to share with you.”
By Rick Henry Christopher 11 months ago in Chapters
Hellish Obsession
I’ve searched this city for days, but I’m no closer to catching up to the demoness than when I arrived. I can still sense the evil the witch leaves in her wake, and I know she is still here. She has lost herself in the millions of souls here and can merge with anyone at any moment, further defying my abilities to track her.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 18: Never-Ending Nightmares. Content Warning.
James was under the kitchen table again. Even at the young age of nine, James would often hide under the kitchen table when his parents would fight. He started this habit when he was five, and it just stuck.
By Amanda Doyle11 months ago in Chapters
The Unknown Artist - Part 2
Author’s Note: If you have not read part 1 by Sibley Shamra, then please read it first via the link below: Shiloh felt a creative rush, as if a waterfall flowed through her soul. Taking another sip of her morning brew, she turned on a HAUSER instrumental playlist. The first song that played was actually her favorite - "HAUSER - Gabriel's Oboe." Music always inspired her to paint.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Chapters
