Adventure
A Mindless Soldier
I told him not to go, but he was determined to ruin my life. He was determined to ruin our joy, and peacefulness that surrounded our minds. I was not there when it happened, but it was as if I was. The whole story laid out in front of my eyes, I tried to shield it from them but my brain carved out a path for me to maneuver through.
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Emperor Excerpt
Chapter 1 Vladikir watched as the palace stewards gingerly placed a black dragon into the pool. No mouth opened in protest, no eyes opened with horror, and no wings flinched trying to escape.The lifeless body fell into the pool, deeper and deeper before finally fully submerging. The fish were already doing their work, the durzeeek eleo, the death eaters. These little monsters could rip the flesh of a dragon's leg in thirty seconds or less. A grown dragon would take mere minutes. Soon nothing would be left of Themucan, nothing left of his sire but bones, bones that would be left to brighten in the open sky. His open sky.
By Zay Aeternum4 years ago in Fiction
Sabrina found magic again
She felt lonely. She is getting tired of the routine. Is there more to life ? What did she miss? Why is she not happy? Those thoughts went through her mind deep in the night as she was lying on her bed, unable to sleep. Her dogs barking at every sound from beyond the neighbours’ walls didn't help either. In a sudden decision, she got up and walked to her small desk that lit up with all of her work.
By Edison Ade4 years ago in Fiction
Jorogomo
Jorogumo Rain kept falling. It was late in the afternoon. Light would soon be gone, but it would keep raining heavily for many days and nights to come. Hoshi stood there, unfazed by the rain as he watched locals chop down the strongest of the trees within the Aokigahara forest, a young boy standing there drenched and shivering beside him. This tree would serve more than one purpose and Hoshi would continue watching while the welfare of the small boy seemed not to trouble him. Weakness was not something Hoshi accepted, even at the boy’s age.
By Glenn Rogers4 years ago in Fiction
The Messenger
Bashir laid in bed, book in his lap, lamplight buzzing and flickering ever so slightly in the distance beyond his window. It was just like any other night, home, alone, waiting for something and waiting for the world to shift and for him to no longer be afraid. Then maybe Bashir could leave, go outside the walls of his tiny apartment. But until that day, here he sat under the covers, a spot worn into his mattress from his stagnant movement.
By A. A. Achibane4 years ago in Fiction
