Excerpt
My Best Friend Is an Eldritch Horror
Introduction "My Best Friend Is an Eldritch Horror" by Actus is a dark fantasy novel that intertwines elements of horror and friendship. The story follows Damien, a young man who discovers that his best friend, Henry, is an Eldritch Horror, an ancient and powerful being from beyond human comprehension. As Damien navigates his life at Blackmist Academy, he grapples with the challenges and dangers posed by his extraordinary friend while uncovering hidden secrets about himself and his world.
By Ermelita T. Engracio2 years ago in Fiction
We are the Trees
When a child is born, they are given a tree. Not a seed but a 9 month old sapling. Some trees do end up being younger than their human and some older. After all, it isn’t perfect. But it’s tradition in our little town. No matter the child, everyone gets a tree.
By Lane Burns2 years ago in Fiction
“Tangled Whispers: A Marshland Mystery Unveiled”. AI-Generated.
In the heart of an ancient marsh, where time moves in whispers and nature weaves its secrets into every leaf and ripple, a tale begins. The sun rises slowly over the tranquil waters, casting a golden hue upon the labyrinth of reeds and winding paths that crisscross the wetlands.
By Alex Nguyen2 years ago in Fiction
Six Captivating Reads Reviewed. AI-Generated.
May turned out to be an unexpectedly great month for reading. Although it started slowly, I ended up reading six books, largely thanks to a week-long focus on romance novels. Remarkably, the first three books I read were all five-star reads, a rare occurrence for me. Here’s a detailed wrap-up of my May reading journey:
By Mbeha maliwa 2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 43
I recognize the room as soon as we enter. It’s an old guest room for important visitors. It also happened to be the room Alice and I played in when we were little. When our parents needed us out of the way that is. Some things have been moved around. All the artwork that used to hang on the walls has long since been removed, and the bed has been moved away from the windows, but it’s definitely the same room.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 41
Everything was smooth sailing the rest of the ride in. We made it to the outskirts of the city about two hours after our riverside chat. I’d wager we’re half a day or more ahead of the rest of the army. My mother’s probably livid, having most definitely discovered our absence by now.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Needle and Thread of Life
The Needle and Thread of Life: Weaving Tales of Love, Hope, and Resilience In the intricate tapestry of life, the humble needle and thread are more than just mere tools - they are the unsung heroes that stitch together our joys, sorrows, and dreams. With every delicate stitch, they weave a narrative of love, hope, and resilience that transcends time and space.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
Greatness
Greatness: The Unbridled Pursuit of Excellence Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather to celebrate the unyielding spirit of greatness. A quality that transcends mediocrity, shatters glass ceilings, and redefines the boundaries of human potential. Greatness is the fire that burns within us, the spark that sets our souls ablaze, and the fuel that propels us towards excellence.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
The Dream of Creation
"The Dream of Creation: A Journey Through the Ages of Artificial Intelligence" In the realm of human imagination, a spark was ignited, a dream of creating life-like beings that could think, act, and feel like us. This spark has fueled the pursuit of artificial intelligence, a journey that has spanned centuries, traversing the realms of myth, science fiction, and scientific breakthroughs.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
Solstice Spell
It is the longest day of 2024, June 20th, in the northern hemisphere and, unexpectedly, I am back again on this small island, long ago called Taystayic, and now inhabited by painters, artists, musicians, natural lovers, and spiritual people. Among them, my beloved white headed-wrapped Kundalini yoga teachers.
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Fiction
