Fiction
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The raw, unforgiving wind of the Andes clawed at Sparta and Jackson, two souls irrevocably bound to the currents of time, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Before them yawned an Incan scar upon the earth, a skeletal remains of a civilization clawed from the mountain's granite heart. Crumbling stone, slick with the mountain's ancient tears, whispered a thousand forgotten sagas into the howling wind. Pandora, their brilliant, often distant anchor, was elsewhere, lost in her own labyrinth of chronal equations. But her fierce, loyal shadows, her canine bulwarks, were here, their primal instincts thrumming with anticipation.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The crimson dust of Mars clawed at the edges of Sparta and Jackson's vision, a stark testament to their maiden plunge into the unknown. The colony, a defiant scar upon the desolate expanse, throbbed with a frantic energy. Gleaming chrome domes, impossibly fragile against the alien sky, shimmered under the razor-thin atmosphere, a siren song of progress masking a chilling undercurrent of fear. It was a palpable dread, thick as the metallic tang of recycled air, clinging to the very marrow of the place.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the thunder of approaching revolution, but with the raw, untamed energy of temporal displacement. Sparta and Jackson, ripped from the very fabric of their own existence, materialized into the heart of a storm – Philadelphia, ablaze with the fever of nascent rebellion. The city didn't just hum; it throbbed, a living organism pulsing with the clang of reforged metal and the guttural roar of impassioned voices. The acrid bite of coal smoke mingled with the sweet, cloying scent of desperation and the sharp tang of fear, a potent cocktail that saturated every breath.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
In a vortex of raw, unyielding magic, Sparta was ripped from reality, hurtling into a temporal anomaly that violently reshaped the future into a grotesque echo of a forgotten past. Cobblestone, slick with an unknown dampness, clawed at his paws as gaslight, sickly and flickering, cast long, skeletal shadows. The air hung thick with a suffocating blend of nostalgia and an unsettling, palpable dread, each scent a memory and a phantom limb.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
In the abyss of a future so fractured it defied comprehension, Sparta, the temporal anomaly disguised as a corgi, materialised into a reality that clawed at his very essence. He’d braced himself for the sterile gleam of chrome citadels and the thrum of anti-gravity vessels. Instead, his paws, accustomed to temporal displacement rather than solid ground, found purchase on the rough, worn cobblestones of a forgotten age. Gaslight, a flickering mockery of true illumination, bled amber hues onto the street, painting shadows that writhed like captured spirits. The air, thick and cloying, bore the pungent aroma of horse dung and the sickly sweet perfume of baking bread, a deceptive normalcy that masked a deeper dissonance. Yet, amidst this anachronistic tableau, the ghosts of what-was-to-be whispered their secrets – a gas lamp, its flame a steady, unnatural pulse, hummed with an unseen power, a silent testament to a technology woven into the very fabric of this bewildering era.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 298
The thought of hungry families rankled Loreen. With her vast fortune, she could afford a chef to make gourmet meals at her request. In the time it took her to sit down and have a meal with Herschel and her children, there would be more individuals without a proper dinner.
By Skyler Saunders3 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Chapter 2: When A Good Man Meets His Destiny
[Link to Chapter One] In the present, with ten minutes to go…. The old man went around the office making sure that things were in order. He was expecting company, the last guest he would ever have. he wanted things to be ready for when his relatives descended upon his house like vultures.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
Sacrifices for the Balance Chapter 1: She Almost Escaped
“So how did the girl escape?” Percival Abbot inspected the cord before him. It had been cut through rather messily; apparently, she had used a small blade to saw her way out. This was interested as as the perpetrator would have most likely ensured she was disarmed. He petted one of the two large wolves surrounding him. “Yeah, makes no sense.”
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
The Bench by the Elm Tree. AI-Generated.
Arthur’s world had shrunk to the size of a one-bedroom apartment and the park bench beneath the old elm tree. Each morning, he followed the same ritual: a slow walk to the bench, the rustle of his newspaper, and the gentle solitude of watching pigeons fight over crumbs. His wife, Eleanor, had been gone for two years, and the silence she left behind was a presence in itself.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
Case No.9 Episode 9 & 10
With its multi-layered plot, ethically nuanced characters, and socially sensitive subject matter, Case No. 9 never fails to captivate viewers. The play, which was brilliantly directed by Syed Wajahat Hussain, examines the hazy boundaries between truth, deception, and consent while challenging societal perceptions of women in sexual assault situations. The last two episodes have centered almost totally on Kiran, adding fresh dimension to her inner agony while reigniting questions about credibility, values, and justice.
By Raviha Imran3 months ago in Chapters
