Fiction
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 7.
As London's sullen skies unleashed spring's first rain, so too descended resignation upon John's sagging shoulders. His solitary crusade to resurrect radical dissent had stalled, impotent pamphlets reduced to street litter rather than kindling for revolution. No swelling crowds issued outraged choruses for economic justice or political accountability. Anaesthetised by distractions and indulgences, the proletariat slumbered on, impervious to John's strident wake-up calls.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The Reluctant Rider - Part 2
Part 2 - The Dragon Mark Staring into the eyes of the dragon, Sofia was transfixed. For a moment, it was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist, for she was drawn into his world. His red scales shimmered in the noonday sun, but it was his golden eyes that tethered her soul to his.
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Chapters
The Forgotten
Luther's POV Standing in the crowded marketplace, I watched the carriage carrying the queen parade by. I tried to hide in the shadows of my sister's market stall, not wanting to call attention to myself, for I knew of her demands for the humans that lived in this and the surrounding villages. Once you entered the castle, you either came out as one of them or never came out. I wanted neither scenario to befall me, and I should not have come into town today.
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Chapters
The Shadowed Truth
Chapter 1: The Veiled Encounter The night wrapped around the old town like a shroud, its darkness pierced only by the flickering streetlights. Sarah hurried down the deserted alley, her heart pounding with each step. She clutched the envelope tightly, its contents a secret that could unravel everything.
By Aafiya Naaz2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers in the Steel Jungle: A Tale from the Library of Lost Words
Nestled amidst the towering steel structures of Neo-Tokyo, where twilight seemed more of a permanent state than a temporary transition, stood an imposing building. Its weathered facade, adorned with moss-covered gargoyles, whispered of forgotten lore and ancient secrets. Inside, countless shelves groaned under the weight of leather-bound tomes, their pages filled with faded script and the hum of forgotten languages – the Library of Lost Words.
By A Peaceful Mind2 years ago in Chapters
The Seed of Dreams: A Story of Finding Peace in Unexpected Places
Rain splattered relentlessly against the window, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. Her tiny apartment felt like a pressure cooker, anxieties swirling like steam. Bills piled high, a persistent cough from her aging dog, and the constant nag about rent – it was enough to make anyone crack.
By A Peaceful Mind2 years ago in Chapters
