Historical Fiction
Wulfwyn’s Blōdbōc (Part 1). Content Warning.
I stole this book when I realised I would long outlive my memories. For decades, I had only scraps - parchments, loose papers, even the backs of market receipts - bundled together with string, fading as quickly as the ink itself. At first, it seemed enough. But it soon became clear I would need something more permanent. A true record. A proof that I had once been more than the monster I have become.
By Stace Oddity5 months ago in Chapters
I'm Not Scared, YOU'RE Scared!
The forest was alive with whispers. Trees creaked as though sharing secrets, the wind rustled through the leaves like hurried gossip, and the shadows seemed to lean in, listening. Most animals hurried home before dusk. But not Rabbit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Chapters
The Rooster Who Would Not Be Quiet!
Imagine waking up in a village where every corner hums with life. Children laugh in the streets, neighbors greet one another in song, the kettle whistles cheerfully, and music spills out of windows like sunlight. This was La Paz—a place as colorful in sound as it was in spirit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Chapters
Mike Savage’s Favourite Spots in New Canaan
New Canaan, Connecticut, is more than just a picturesque town — it’s a vibrant community where history blends seamlessly with modern charm. For Michael Savage, a prominent figure known for his passion for collecting and cultivating culture, New Canaan is home. His favourite spots around town highlight the unique character of this place, from hidden gems to renowned landmarks.
By Mike Savage New Canaan5 months ago in Chapters
Lost Treasure Island
The island was a place of whispers and shadows, where lost things came to rest. Aria had always been drawn to the island's mystique, and when she received a cryptic map, she knew she had to go. as she stepped off the boat and onto the island's sandy shore, Aria felt a shiver run down her spine. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and forgotten memories. She followed the map, which led her to a small cottage nestled among the trees.
By Tariq Pathan 5 months ago in Chapters
Luna the Lopsided Lion
In the heart of Sunspot Savannah, where golden grass swayed with the wind and birds sang sweet songs at sunrise, lived a young lion cub named Luna. But Luna didn’t look like the other lions in her pride. Her left ear flopped down, her right one stood up straight. Her tail curled in a funny spiral, and her mane grew in all directions like a wild bush.
By Ahmad shah5 months ago in Chapters
