Fantasy
Saturday, December 25, 2010
This was Toby’s best Christmas ever!! He woke up to a mountain of presents, even ones he hadn’t dared ask Santa for. A brand new Playstation 2 sat amid the chaos along with two amazing new games: an adventurous SpongeBob game and Spyro the Dragon. There was also a football, a blue and orange frisbee, a fresh pair of shoes, a stack of new clothes, and not one but two big stockings overflowing with sweetness and joy.
By Anton Mathias Heft 9 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID9 days ago in Fiction
We Need To Talk About the Spare Room
George couldn’t remember coming downstairs, but now he was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching his wife, Vera, prepare some kind of stew. He had something important to tell her about the spare room. It took a few moments for him to piece everything together in his head, and after he did, he thought he must have it wrong because it sounded too far-fetched.
By Matthew Batham9 days ago in Fiction
Friday, May 18th, 2007. Content Warning.
“Here you are ladies, early as usual.” Anton informed his six gorgeous passengers. “Same time again tonight?” Anton had landed one hell of a gig this time. All he had to do was pick up six exotic dancers at the same place and time, then drive them 20 minutes down the road. Each girl gave him $20 to drop them off, and another $20 when he picked them back up.
By Anton Mathias Heft 9 days ago in Fiction
(Chapter 2) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 2 Traveling along The Trade Way, this seemingly ordinary caravan concealed a dark undercurrent. The Caravan Master, a bald man named Garrick, ostensibly transported spices and silk from the south. However, the carriage reinforced with Ironwood and enchanted with a deceptive Anti-Magic Field—which was merely a shoddy silence ward—held the true cargo: freeborn maidens destined for the underground black markets of Skullport in Tidegate.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)10 days ago in Fiction
(Chapter 1) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 It was a night thick with the mockery of fate, the air heavy with the artificial tang of cheap snacks and the sickly-sweet mist of bursting soda bubbles.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)10 days ago in Fiction
