Fiction
The Day the Queen Disappeared
On the day that the Queen disappeared, the river started running the other way. It seemed the world somehow sensed that the disappearance was monumental in scale deep magic spread throughout the land somehow was recoiling from this space now gaping open at the heart of the palace. A stunned and murmuring throng collected by the banks of the river, a mass of gilded water swimming upstream in total defiance of reason or even logic. It was an omen to them—the unmistakable sign that balance was no longer on one's side, and by which fate was sealed into one kingdom.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
THE BANCH
The elderly lady shuffled the few remaining steps to the prk bench and sat down, happy to catch her breath and rest for a moment. The autumn sunshine was warm, but the nip in the air made her glad of her warm coat. She placed her handbag neatly on her knee.
By tatu lucianabout a year ago in Chapters
Journal Of Aber Crombie 5
CHAPTER FIVE I didn't have to prompt Herbert to ask where exactly it was we were supposed to be going. Marvin looks very confused by the question. Herbert explains that we had been waiting for our transport for days now, and the names of our intended destinations. Marvin, initially not at all phased by two strangers entering his secret laboratory on a deserted planet, now looks at us as if we were unidentifiable creatures who crawled out of the shadows. After a moment, he asks what planets we came from. I am from Valko, and Hebert is from Tiozeven. Our answers do not seem to make him any more comfortable.
By J smith kirklandabout a year ago in Chapters
The Journal Of Aber Crombie 4
CHAPTER FOUR Herbert says Humanoids and other mammals leave trace signatures of a unique collections of microbes on everything we touch. The microbes on our skin are almost as good as DNA for identifying an individual. The microbe detector identified and cataloged our individual microbe colonies when we first turned it on, and it ignores us when looking for other signs of life. Otherwise it would be beeping constantly. I tell him the communication systems that I install have a similar way of detecting individuals, and uses a persons unique electrical emissions to tag communications. I don't know why that is not how you login to a system instead of the archaic password method. Herbert says they tried other ways in the past, finger prints for example. Turned out the finger print on a dead or severed hand would get people into a system just fine. Microbes had the same flaw, but he thought the electrical emissions might be a better approach. Then he pointed out that I was not focusing on our problem in the current situation.
By J smith kirklandabout a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 10: A Stranger's Armchair
Sitting in Emily's house, the house of a stranger, Nicole started to observe her surroundings. She noticed that the living room was dated. She sat in an old leather armchair that faced a big couch that looked extremely comfy, but also faded, as it was obvious that all of the furniture in this room had seen several years of use. It seemed that maybe this house hadn't been redecorated properly since the 80s.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
World in Tatters Ch. 49. Content Warning.
I can’t sleep the night before the trials. Honestly, I don’t know if anyone else can either. I try to avoid speaking with Alice and the others. Partially from anxiety, but mostly because I just don’t know what I would say. Any time they come near me, I just close my eyes and pretend.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Chapters
Finding Myself in a City of Dreams . Content Warning.
Growing up, I was always told I had a unique path ahead of me. But like most people, my journey was filled with unexpected twists and turns, each one teaching me something new about who I was and what I could become.
By vera odumgbaabout a year ago in Chapters
The Iinglish of Dynya
PART 1 HERE Breakfast was disappointing. For starters, Mygel was nowhere to be seen. The flat faced Gabri, a staff member who maintained dull, dead eyes even when she smiled and laughed, was dishearteningly present and commanding at the check-in desk for the continental service in the dining room. Mr. Bunch hastily waved away her welcome of “Bónasio Dí”, as though it was a sudden fart, and called out his room number in loud and obnoxiously pronounced words.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Chapters
Read this if you are in need for comfort
Hey there stranger! If you are reading this, I hope you are doing okay:) Even if you are not it is okay. I do not want to tell you to be optimistic or pretend to have it all together because I know how chaotic and messy life can be sometimes. While I know you are not feeling okay, that is why probably you have reached upon this video. I hope you remember that there are still so many days when life will feel lighter, where the beauty of nature will astonish you with the warmth of the sun and the somberness of the night.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
"The Revolt in Ashdale" Chapter 7: The Witch Ellevi
Anna and Paul had first returned to the Golden Flame. Anna felt she needed a bit more rest before setting out north of the city to Lillavand. The day had begun quite early, and so many unbelievable things had happened that she felt she needed time to digest it all.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Chapters
