Fiction

The North Pole Files - 2
The trees in the Wonderland Woods kept to their word: they granted me passage to Kula, the Elven village, but not without one final trial. I had to spend one night within the woods. I didn't know why that was, but I somewhat assumed that it was because they might have wanted to absorb my aura or find out if I had any ounce of maliciousness in me. This might have been because of that last questions that one of the trees asked me: who am I and why am I doing what I'm doing?
By Reiley2 years ago in Chapters
Man and Wife: A new Dawn. Content Warning.
~ LUCA ~ That faint sound of breaths. For the past minute since I had awoken to the peace of day, the soft purrs of some person sleeping beside me was all I had found company in.
By Arazella Snow2 years ago in Chapters
WELCOME TO JAMROCK . AI-Generated.
Shadows of Retribution In the dimly lit streets of Kingston, Jamaica, whispers of vengeance lingered like smoke in the air. Among the shadows, a man named Malik stood accused of a crime he didn't commit. Arrested for a murder he swore he didn't commit, Malik found himself on the wrong side of justice. With the weight of false accusations pressing down on him, Malik decided to flee, seeking refuge in the distant shores of Haiti.
By Nicola Shaw2 years ago in Chapters
Man and Wife: A new dawn. Content Warning.
~ LUCA ~ I never was one to find solace in the company of flowers, yet, here I was, sat in the garden room, having developed a sudden urge to examine the horticulture in this space.
By Arazella Snow2 years ago in Chapters
Man and Wife: A new Dawn . Content Warning.
PROLOGUE Clad in a black lace dress, the lady was. Dark wavy hair fallen in tresses over her shoulders, lips as red as hell's embers, a net veil embellished with crystals worn over her face, it was no shock that the lot of the lads sat in the room, had their composure snatched over such attraction which had strutted onto the stage less than a minute ago.
By Arazella Snow2 years ago in Chapters
Man and Wife. Content Warning.
"Get out of the way, Tosser!" That bellow which was spat from the man in front, threatened to have me pushing out this moving vehicle, dashing onto the traffic laid ahead, but every part of me knew better.
By Arazella Snow2 years ago in Chapters
Addiction - Chapter VIII
I guess that this is going to be a pattern for the rest of this story. All this back and forth between then and now; all these memories of how I made it…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Where the Sidewalk Ends (the story) - Part 2. Top Story - June 2024.
Note: This is part two, please click on the link below if you would like to read the first part. Thank you! Bowden leans back on the rickety stool he’s been sitting on for the past hour and stretches his cramped muscles. This part of his daily routine was his least favourite.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Chapters
Special Threads
He combed his hair by executive fiat. The front succumbed to his will, being while the back portions curled in and out. Stylistic failure looming, he leisurely bend over tying his shoelaces leaving no room for error. He laboriously moved his melancholy the way of his lavatory. The sigh sounds his body made, changes before it ever exited himself like his cheeks were a well camouflaged microphone, taking in the noise and producing something similar.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Chapters
Paging Doctor S to Room 4, Please
It’s funny how you can grow up seeing something without ever taking notice of it. I’ve seen this fish tank at least once a year for the last 24 years, and just now I’m noticing that it has a clown fish. It’s orange, and loud, and frankly hard to miss. If I’m honest, I don’t recognize any of these fish. Surely not all of them have survived for as long as I have, they must have been replaced at some point. I don’t even know how long fish live. Maybe they’ve watched me grow from behind the glass— recognized me as I’ve walked in with pigtails or piercings. Do fish even have long-term memory? Isn’t the whole joke something to do with memory and a goldfish? It doesn’t matter. I hope they don’t know who I am either way; I haven’t noticed them at all.
By Trinity H2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 02 | Aestas ¤ The Yellow Balloon
A short, dark-skinned man in a colorful outfit rolled up to her window. He flashed a smile full of bright white teeth and said, “Hello, I am Durojaiye Yakubu, your humble servant, as someone close to me would say.” His voice carried through the speakers hidden inside her chamber on the other side of the glass, just as Lilit’s would now do for him.
By J.P. Prag2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers of Willow Creek
The days flew by in Willow Creek as the trio prepared for their adventure. Emily, Jack, and Sarah spent their evenings poring over maps, making playlists, and debating over snacks. Excitement buzzed through the air, and it felt like the whole town was caught up in their anticipation.
By Specterr2 years ago in Chapters