Horror
Unto the Fearful Ocean
The village stunk of fear… or was it the villagers themselves? The crowd stared in awe as the knight and his squire moved past, both ahorse, and surely the most impressive sight they had seen for ages. Everett had been a squire for almost a year, and this was the first time he had accompanied the knight on a king’s errand.
By Mitchel Danea day ago in Fiction
The "Amazing" Digital Circus
If you’ve spent any significant amount of time on the internet recently, you’ve probably seen her: a small, wide-eyed jester character looking like she’s on the verge of a total nervous breakdown. That’s Pomni, the reluctant star of The Amazing Digital Circus, a pilot episode that didn’t just go viral—it exploded, racking up hundreds of millions of views and proving that indie animation is currently eating Hollywood’s lunch.
By Teodor Monescua day ago in Fiction
A Rich Man’s War
A Rich Man’s War The men who wanted war never smelled it. They sat in cosy offices warmed by polished wood and quiet agreement, tracing borders with clean fingers, moving lives with the slide of a pen. They spoke of strategy as if it were a game, of honour as if it were theirs to spend. War, to them, was something to be chosen, something to be craved, because it gave them power without risk. Down below, the craving did not exist.
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Fiction
The House With Two Halves
CHAPTER ONE Torsten sat in the window seat in his bedroom. Half of the stained glass window was flung open, and sitting so near the window, he gave the whole court something to see. His beauty was rare and rich, as he was the youngest son of the King and Queen. He was a prince. However, he had a very different fate from the other princes of the kingdom.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 days ago in Fiction
Not There. Content Warning.
He always touched me like he was checking I was still there. Not urgently. Not roughly. Just a hand on my wrist, my shoulder, the small of my back when we moved through rooms together. A habit I learned to expect before I learned to question. I told myself it was affection, that he needed closeness the way some people need reassurance. I never pulled away. I didn’t want him to think I could disappear again.
By Courtney Jones2 days ago in Fiction
