Fantasy
Mother Save Us. Content Warning.
The battle was over. The evidence of it lay strewn across the vast field- mangled forms and forgotten weapons, the powdery grey of rising smoke from weakening fires. From Lorelai's place overlooking the carnage she could easily smell the blood, its putrid, sour scent unmistakeable- fitting for the aftermath of the scene that had taken place mere hours before.
By Casi Alarcon5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage
Odysseus the Pioneer, Odysseus the Adventurer, Odysseus the Scourge of Troy. Those titles, once marks of prestige, now taunt me. They were given to me by the men and women of my youth, the Greeks who sailed 10,000 ships across the sea to forge a legend. Now they are spoken only by my pitiful subjects who have grown fat on the spoils. They have never known the walls of Troy, the Wooden Horse, the Cyclops, or the man eating Laestrygonians. They use them to gain my favour to further their own interests, rats feasting on the corpses of lions.
By Sebastian Swift5 months ago in Fiction
Fractallus Basics
Scientific facts The Eidru Empire exists on a huge Gas giant, Fractallus. It’s the most magically endowed planet in its solar system, and thousands of massive continental plates float on the buoyant surface of the swirling magical gases composing the middle planetary layers. The Eidru Empire is located on the landmass Harctelion, the center of continental plate Xeocun.
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Fiction
Silver Eyes
Once Upon A Time… There were two angels who watched over earth in God’s name. One angel had silver eyes while the other had golden ones. They were tasked with guiding humanity and ensuring peace among them. The silver-eyed angel represented wisdom and purity. While the golden-eyed angel represented strength and courage.
By Angel Ryisha Rogers5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
The Alchemical Academy rose from Aethel's academic district like a Gothic cathedral made of metal and glass. Spires twisted skyward, crowned with aether-collectors that fed the building's vast experimental laboratories. Students in brass-buttoned coats hurried across courtyards where fountains danced with liquid mercury and crystalline trees grew in perfect geometric spirals.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow Painter
The Shadow Painter The first time Elara discovered her gift, she was only nine years old. She had been sitting cross-legged in her grandmother’s attic, where dust floated in beams of late-afternoon light and the smell of turpentine lingered. Her grandmother, once a painter of modest renown, had left behind dozens of cracked canvases and jars of half-dried paint. Most children would have found the place eerie, but to Elara, it was a sanctuary.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Fiction
