Horror
Apex
It was proud to be known as Scourge of the Vale. Who wouldn’t be? Beasts across the world knew the boundaries of its claim. None rivaled the Scourge’s size, the speed of its accursed, leathery wings, the unparalleled perception of its hooked nose. Predators in its claim survived only by leaving. And when the Scourge ate its fill, it rested in its great eyrie on the Spire. For decades, centuries. Millenia even. Until the Vale refilled with the oblivious and overconfident. Humans, usually. They were the most oblivious and overconfident. Prey mammals would be drawn to the overflowing foliage of the claim. Predators would follow. Then, the feast began.
By Jordan Berman3 years ago in Fiction
Scales and Steel
The terrestrial globe that we have become accustomed to calling Ailoon knew for thousands of years the hatred that existed between two of its largest congregations of Humans who wandered the length and breadth of the continent of Ei: to the northwest lied the fearsome Frevoss Empire, an ever-changing and resilient nation, due to the inadequacy of its inhabitants in the use of the Magical Arts; to the southeast stood the Reitian Federation, an economically stable, proactive nation, kind with its states. The latter, thanks to its - albeit sparse – armies of sorcerers and healers, managed to take back the territories that the Empire took away from it in order to compete with it in the maritime market.
By Tana Crimson3 years ago in Fiction
Iphigenia
The first rays of sun illuminate the woods around the clearing, shrinking the pools of shadows that had covered the tribe’s hunters. Nelaust looks around, adjusting his eyes to see dozens of men crouched beneath the trees and in the brush. Light filters down through the trees and more appear, their nocturnal hiding spots exposed by the sun. The clearing is surrounded, dozens of spear points glinting in the sun as each group moves into their position.
By Ben Jericho3 years ago in Fiction
Entries From Douglas A. Lawson's Private Journal
Preface In 1971, Douglas A. Lawson - paleontologist and at the time a graduate student at UT Austin - made a discovery that would revolutionize our understanding of the evolution of flight. The following excerpts from his private journal have survived time and oblivion, and are revealed to the public for the very first time.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 50
The hospital lights were bright as the doors opened, the cranked-up AC welcoming me inside. Standing by the receptionist desk was T, who had been leaned over the counter with a clipboard in hand before he glanced over and waved for me to come by. "Lex! Hey!" He smiled, "Came to see your dad?"
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
