Fable
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 2 years ago in Fiction
Max's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Fiction
The Quarterback and the Artist
In the final seconds of the game, she found him. Her red lipstick against alabaster skin made a contrast against his black skin. Her mouth found his. The quarterback and the artist, entwined in an instant embrace would still stun some and shock others. Shutterbugs snapped photos that would blanket websites and physical magazines, further enshrining the moment through all ages.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Tyrixten's Awakening: The Frostwalk Legacy
In the icy expanse of the Tundran Wastes, Tyrixten trudged through the snow, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. This was the *Frostwalk*, his tribe's rite of passage into adulthood, a solitary journey meant to awaken one's magic. But Tyrixten faced an unexpected challenge: his technological aids, designed to guide and protect him, had succumbed to the cold, leaving him truly alone.
By Panda of Pandemonium2 years ago in Fiction
Snowball Fight
He knew snow would be cold, but not that cold. Tom envisioned snow to be more like the white ice inside the freezer. His first time experiencing winter up north took him by surprise: his breath visible, wet socks, and layers of outerwear became more uncomfortable as the days wore on.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
The Healing Power of Coffee and Time
He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered many things as he always did in the morning. Most were the same thoughts that always rattled in his head while other random thoughts came and went. The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen brought him out of his reprieve. He had learned to set the pot on automatic for just this reason. He debated for a second whether to ignore the call of warm black coffee.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
The Eschatology of Heaven and Heaven and Hell
It didn't matter that one had killed the other. Or why. Or that the killer died at the hands of his dying victim. All that mattered is that they found themselves at bustop. This confused them, for they knew they were dead. A bus pulled up, which read, "Pearly Gates."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Who are the gray ones?
According to some people, the grays are gray creatures, and hence their name comes, human-like beings, but their bodies are tiny, lacking nose, ears and sexual organs, they have small breasts and they have no muscle structures, their limbs are relatively different from human limbs, their gray head is disproportionate to body size, and they may have large, transparent eyes.
By mahmoud hakeem2 years ago in Fiction
