Adventure

The Artist
Written by, Joshua Prentice The Artist
By Joshua Lee Prentice16 days ago in Fiction
Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish17 days ago in Fiction
I am Panic
“Don’t look down yet.” “I’m already up here.” “Just stand still.” “I am standing.” “You’re gripping too hard.” “If I let go, I’ll fall.”
By Dagmar Goeschick17 days ago in Fiction
📦 The Suitcase That Was Never Packed
so, so la mi so, so, so la mi so, .... and Here is my story The suitcase stood at the foot of the bed for more than twenty years.
By Zidane17 days ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Sent 📮
The letter lay in the bottom drawer of the writing desk, folded carefully, its edges worn thin from time rather than use.
By Zidane17 days ago in Fiction
Evac. Top Story - December 2025.
“Your attention please. May we have your attention, please. We are currently under mandatory evacuation. Please gather all your belongings and make sure that your children are with you. The last bus to the mainland will be leaving in five minutes. If you are not on the bus at that time, there will be no further transportation out. Anybody still on the island will be required to leave on foot. It is highly recommended that you leave now. The approaching storm will not be survivable.”
By David E. Perry17 days ago in Fiction
Changeling; Chapter 7
Everything hurts and everything is blurry. I think I can see black spots. I can definitely hear voices. I manage to lift my hands to my eyes, attempting to rub the fog from them. My muscles groan in protest, my arms feel so heavy it seems like a minor miracle I can keep them in the air as I rub my eyes. It takes a second for me to realize that my hands aren't bound. By the time I do, the voices have gone silent.
By Katarzyna Crevan18 days ago in Fiction
Moving South.
The British Heart Foundation van arrived just after nine, its engine low and steady on the quiet street. She had left the sofa, the chair she never liked, the fridge, the kettle, and the television on the driveway. The workers lifted each item carefully into the back of the van. She watched them in silence, each familiar object disappearing into a white cube of a van. By the time it drove away, the flat felt empty, almost unreal, but lighter.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.18 days ago in Fiction
Test Chapter
Merlina Azazel = Eris Charon Styxe = Charon Vincent Grimm = Stolas It was a night like any other as Vincent Grimm locked up shop and prepared himself for another lonely night. The city was large and his business did well, but he found himself alone every night. It was strange that he was so financially successful and yet could not find a suitable partner. At least that's the way it was in his mind. He ran a successful book store and would often spend his lonely nights reading or learning how to practice cartomancy in his one bedroom apartment. It had been so long since anyone had come over that the dishes seemed to just pile up. He'd get to them on Sundays when the shop was closed. He opened his laptop and noticed a forum. Rakuhana it was called. It was for a game called Endless Online. He pondered if he should make an account for said game. He setup the gaming account for it and named his character Stolas. As soon as he logged in he went onto something called global chat to see what everyone else was saying about the game. Right when he clicked onto it he found himself looking at a female character commenting named Eris.
By Eris Willow18 days ago in Fiction
The Bed That Remembered Every Night 🛏
🛏 The Bed That Remembered Every Night The bed stood in the center of the room like it always had. Its wooden frame was slightly worn at the edges, smoothed by years of hands resting there, by blankets being tucked in, by bodies learning where comfort lived. The headboard held faint scratches no one remembered making. The mattress dipped gently on the left side, as if someone still slept there.
By Zidane18 days ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan19 days ago in Fiction
📦 The Box That Was Never Opened
The box sat at the back of the closet, untouched for nearly thirty years. It was not large. Not small either. Just an ordinary cardboard box, its corners softened by time, its surface marked with faint fingerprints and a single strip of yellowing tape. On the side, written in careful handwriting, was a name:
By Zidane19 days ago in Fiction