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Arcane Heart: The Reign of Aslivar
Dear my fellow Aslivarite, Our world’s moon and its goddess, Lunai, mourn for us. May you find comfort in finding this message despite the blood that runs through our continents. Please heed my warning: the destruction you see around us was no accident, and this is just the beginning.
By David Albert Prescott5 years ago in Fiction
The keeper of the locket
What if I told you that an old locket that is still in a glass case, somewhere in my room, hidden away in an old run-down cupboard brought on by the end of the world, was mine.
By amanda warwick5 years ago in Fiction
Anti-Psychics
Start writing...This world is not one for those of creative passion. This is not a world where parents can safely provide for their children. This is a world of loss. Of pain. Of desperation. This world has no place for ambition.
By Jay Blue5 years ago in Fiction
Dog and Pony Show
Ten years before there was nuclear fallout, there was a 12-year-old girl who wanted a pony. She begged and begged and begged her mother for a pony, but every time her mother said, “No. No pony, what do you want instead?”
By Addison J Fulton5 years ago in Fiction
Planet 9
”The gates of Hell have had been busted open, and all the demons had Taken over Planet Earth So then, The Four Horsemen had no choice but to destroy Earth completely!. “All The humans had died, so the souls that had faith and believed went to heaven while the ones who didn’t stayed, and then the ones confused went to the planet of lost souls.!” Castile Exclaims Loudly. “shh, we’re trying to sleep Here!” Asmadine The daughter of the angel Uriel Shouted Angrily From her Top Cloud bed From across the golden room. I looked over at her Fiery Red eyes and knew she was about to explode. “You’ve literally been talking for three hours straight without tire!” She added. Castile looked completely offended, and said in a sassy voice “Well EXCUSE me for trying Educate the youngsters” He Replied back. BONG! the sudden Bang against Door startled everyone at once. “It’s the Time of rest now, sleep.” The angel Guard said in a stern voice. Every since The Nephilim Kind tried to overthrow Our kingdom by firstly killing off future Warrior angels , we’ve been giving Guards at our door.
By Yashaya Ward5 years ago in Fiction
Alone
Brent eyed the brewing storm on the horizon with more than a little concern. He had a problem: he was out of fuel, not to mention food and water. The motor yacht was at the mercy of the wind and currents.
By Laureen Pearce5 years ago in Fiction
The Stitched
“NO!” I jolted upwards clutching my heart, it was beating so hard ,I thought it would jump right out of my shirt. It was a horrible dream , a recurring nightmare that I just couldn't seem to shake. In the dream I am being chased, but instead of the usual faceless creatures, they all had the features of my loved ones.
By Josaline Radley5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Apocalyse
Nexevus, that is the name of the world we live in. Once, a bountiful, prosperous world full of resources and food, having cracked under the pressure of supporting our way of life for endless eons. Though I was just a child, I remember much of the day it happened, this is my story…
By Arcane Innovations5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving a pandemic
It began with a simple virus, one that we thought had been accidentally created, or mutated from nature. The virus mutated 10 times in 3 years, outstripping our vaccines that we thought would defeat it.
By Terra5 years ago in Fiction
Disagreeable
Today, I would agree, or silence myself at all costs; it was the only way I could guarantee my safety. My hand clenched around my rusted locket as I took another deep breath. I rubbed my thumb across the heart-shaped surface and thought of how the last time I went outside, I almost disagreed openly with someone. My tongue was hardly contained, and it would have been catastrophic if I hadn’t caught myself. I tucked the locket in my shirt so it couldn’t be seen and plastered a smile on my face and pushed the door open.
By Macy Eve Nuttall5 years ago in Fiction
Pyre
Eugene knelt down by a broken egress window and shined his flashlight into the dingy basement. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a barren, filthy concrete husk of a room. Eugene looked over his shoulder, through his visor, nodded at Amy, then climbed through. He landed in the basement with a thud. Eugene heard a soft scratch and whipped his light around. Two mice, squeaking madly, scurried behind a pile of trashed furniture and rotting books in the corner of the basement. He turned back and watched as Amy limped over and, nursing her left foot, slid through the window.
By Mac Lunkey5 years ago in Fiction
Keeper
I’m not ashamed of loving someone I’ve only met once. It was almost a moment forgotten. Some meeting place on the corner of a side glance.
By Elle 5 years ago in Fiction