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Symbiotic: Chapter 47
Chapter 47 The magma lake roiling like a living sea of fire. The air shimmered with heat, waves of molten stone rising and falling in slow, heavy rhythm at the edges. She knew instinctively of course the strongest energy would be at the bottom, where fire and stone converged and condensed in their purest form.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 46
Chapter 46 The volcano’s heart chamber pulsed with molten light, shadows dancing across jagged walls as the magma lake churned lazily. Sara sat down, cross legged upon the scorched stone. She pulled the Greatworm Egg from her Pocket Storage and cradled it before her in a cocoon of Soul and spore energy. Its crystalline shell shimmered faintly as the Hatchling within continued to feed on the powerful ambient Fire and Stone energies.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 45
Chapter 45 Sara’s Danger Sense thrummed like a war drum in her chest, pulsing louder with every step closer to the magma lake. Her newly Fire energy empowered Sporesight stretched outward to two hundred feet, its edges shimmering against the molten surface. She locked 1,000 microbes into the Sporesight, another 1,000 into her 20 foot Infectious Cloud, leaving 3,500 still free in her network. The numbers ticked in her mind like a ledger. Resources use required versus resources needed to survive. A constant tug of war, and not one that the environment favored her for.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Healthy
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December, 9th 2025 - I am dreaming of data screens, metal shapes, floating numbers, bulging muscles, and the allure of fat-slimmed, rippling-bodied figures. A shock interrupts my heaven. My eyes open to a familiar ceiling, in familiar quarters, in a familiar, floating, apartment building. An alarm resounds throughout the bare, white walls- made blue by the hue of the nightlight. I am delighted to exchange Heaven for a treasure of equal weight.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
En Passant. Content Warning.
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December 9th, 2025 - The refrigerator door hung open, expunging the cold air from the chillboxed realm of the keeper of the sustenance. Leftover rancidity wafted into flared, masculine nostrils—nostrils erupting with bushels of hair. It had been an Ocean Quahog’s age since the man had eaten anything. The light in the fridge had broken, and deluminated food had an unappetizing zeal. However, The Man knew if he had bothered to fix the problem, he would see that in the illuminated age, nothing was worth eating in the first place.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 44
Chapter 44 Sara stood outside her Residence, the Greatworm Egg cradled against her side, spores drifting in a faint shimmer around it. Tas’s advice echoed in her mind: find a place of strong ambient energy for the bond to take root.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 43
(Chapter 43 is, almost exclusively, just a rundown of Sara Bloom's Full Character Sheet. Highlighting not only her Personal Growth, but just how much she has done for Haven Valley as well. Again, if you didn't come here eager for some quality Statistic Analysis... Chapter 44 awaits!)
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 42
Chapter 42 Sara sat back on her heels, the Greatworm egg glowing faintly in its cocoon of spores. Her chest rose and fell with exhaustion, but there was a steadiness in her eyes now. She looked across the lake to Whistle, who had watched her struggle and endure without a word, his hawk perched calmly on his arm.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ The White House Christmas Thief
‘Tis the season of giving, and within the grand halls of the White House, the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Lavish decorations adorn the public rooms, showcasing mesmerizing Christmas themes. Unfortunately, the less fortunate souls shall never witness the splendor nor partake in the extravagant feasts that grace this festive occasion. However, there exists a White House Christmas Thief who harbors deep compassion for the destitute, and this tale unveils her most generous heist yet!
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 40
Chapter 40 Sara moved in silence, the battlefield quiet now except for occasional comments carried on the wind from those that had watched the once sided battle from the Wall. She knelt by each fallen mercenary, hands steady as she searched their bodies. Coins, weapons, scraps of parchment, and relics were gathered with care, each item tucked away without ceremony. She did not rush. She did not speak.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
