Fantasy
Daughter of the Wolf.
đșđșđșđșđș They named me DrĂłttning. Queen! I am a daughter of the forest. I cannot remember a time when I was not here running wild with the wolves. đșI heard them calling me from the depths of my mother's womb. I knew that they would come for me.
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales III
It's amazing how much braver you can be when there isn't a fire-breathing monster nearby. Orla took a good look at the girl, who didn't look like a dragon at all. She'd scrambled up on a nearby rock and was staring down at Orla, hefting a large stick in her hand.
By L.C. SchÀfer3 months ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The days on Hope passed in a blur of strange beauty and quiet unease. The crew had begun to map the surrounding terrain: smooth hills of silver grass, still lakes that reflected twin suns, and soil that pulsed faintly beneath their boots. Every reading they took made less sense than the last.
By Emma Fischer3 months ago in Fiction
The Ink of Fate. AI-Generated.
The sun hung low over the crooked trail that wound up the side of Mount Aster, its orange glow spilling over the sharp rocks and whispering pines. On a small ledge halfway up stood a wooden stall, barely held together by rusted nails and hope.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales. Top Story - October 2025.
Every evening, the small children were sent to the shore to collect the dragon scales. When the pink warmth and light of the evening had finally faded, mothers kissed chubby cheeks and held back tears. Some shot fearful glances towards the lake, and others were steadfast in avoiding looking in that direction.
By L.C. SchÀfer3 months ago in Fiction
DON'T BLINK
I donât know when it started. Maybe it was the rain from that afternoon. Heavy, rhythmic, drumming a cold insistence against the office windows. Maybe it was that blink I didnât notice until afterward, when the world had quietly shifted a fraction of a second ahead of me.
By Pamela Dirr3 months ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The year was 3857, Earth had fallen silent. Once blue and alive, it now hung in space like a rusted coin dry oceans, burned skies, cities swallowed by dust. Humanity had taken everything it could from its cradle and left behind a lifeless shell. For centuries, people drifted through the dark in giant space stations, praying for another home. And then they found one. Four hundred seventeen years away, hidden behind a dying red star, astronomers detected a planet. Its atmosphere shimmered with oxygen, its surface glowed faintly with oceans and clouds. The data was impossible to ignore. Humanity called it Hope.
By Emma Fischer3 months ago in Fiction
