Fantasy
Symbiotic: Chapter 57
Chapter 57 The gates of Haven Valley stood open, the morning light spilling across the cobblestones as the procession reached where Sara stood at the gates. The Life Lions padded forward with regal confidence, their golden manes shimmering, their eyes sharp and watchful. Behind them came the crafters and families, weary from travel but carrying with them carts of tools, bundles of supplies, and the hopeful energy of new beginnings.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Rooms Between
She enters the room. The door has always been there — unpainted wooden panels, a brass knob, no keyhole — standing between her bedroom and the bathroom every morning and every evening, and yet she cannot remember if she has ever stepped inside.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Fiction
Polar Nights & Northern Lights
The silence was deafening. I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard another human voice. I watched the crackling fire before me. It moved repetitively and seemed always as bored as I felt. I threw on a few more logs to keep the fire raging, but it still seemed dwarfed in the surrounding darkness.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 55
Chapter 55 Finally having the spare time to follow her curiosity, Sara headed over towards the Engineer’s Workshop she had not yet had the pleasure of inspecting. Eager to see what lay within, she excitedly strolled forward and pulled open the surprisingly solid think reinforced door.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 54
Chapter 54 Life Lion’s escorted to the Dungeon, Sara stood in the Village Market Square, gazing around at the bustle of soldiers, scouts, and villagers already moving through the square. She knew the day was coming soon when the recruited crafters and their families would arrive, and the Valley had to be ready to welcome them.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Night Owl
The moon hung high in the sky, full and beaming. I couldn’t help but admire her confidence. I shoved my hands deep in my pockets and folded in on myself. I couldn’t feel the chill in the air, but it was always important to keep up pretenses.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
