Fiction
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 2
The clock in the east wing struck midnight, though no one had wound it for centuries. A hush fell over the cursed estate, broken only by the soft strains of violin music that rose not from instruments, but from the walls themselves, echoes of a party that never ended. The ballroom lit from within like a lantern, casting golden light into the frostbitten gardens where no blooms dared grow.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
Last Train to the Stars
Last Train to the Stars: They called it the Odyssey Line—the last train Earth would ever build. Not a train in the old sense, with tracks and stations. This one launched like a rocket, curved around the broken bones of the moon, and vanished into deep space. Only a few knew its true destination. Fewer still had ever come back.
By Salah Uddin7 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 177
Colors descended from the sky as lights flashed. The groundbreaking of “Entrepreneur Paul” Atkinson’s website had just been unveiled. Applause arose. Great throngs of people made it look like a parade outside of the offices. The first transaction occurred when Atkinson bought a pint of ice cream from an up-and-comer’s Creamery called Dice’s Ice.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 1
The forest grew too still. Even the wind held its breath as the trio stepped beyond the last line of trees and beheld the forgotten ruin of Valemire Estate. Moonlight glazed the crumbling spires, and the ivy-strangled balconies jutted like bones from a rotted corpse. The manor stood silent on a hill of frost-hardened grass, its many windows aglow with flickering gold light that could not, should not, exist.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters
The Secret Drawer
Growing up, there was one rule in our house I never dared to break: Don’t touch the drawer in Dad’s study. It was an ordinary drawer in an old wooden desk — scratched, dusty, the handle barely hanging on. But to me, it might as well have been a vault. Dad’s tone made it clear — that drawer was off-limits.
By Straylight7 months ago in Chapters
church perfume
Previous chapters in this series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 // Thursdays are a wash, but she prefers it that way. Even on the cusp of being a septuagenarian, Ada Lorraine DeShields rises shakily with the sun for what an old friend of hers once called "movement medicine."
By Erin Latham Shea7 months ago in Chapters
