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Symbiotic: Chapter 8
[Quest Timer: 13:22 Remaining] “Thirteen and a half minutes? Not that I’m complaining, but should something else have attacked at 15 minute mark? Unless, maybe big boy here was a ‘Boss’ and so the last two timers are 10 minute timers? If so, I find myself less and less excited to see what shows up next!”, Sara Pondered to herself.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 7
The cave entrance erupted into chaos as the next wave surged forward. Expecting to see three, or maybe even Four creatures next she groans as the wave comes into view at the cave entrance. One Jungle Cat, two Rock Constrictors, and three Monkey Maulers. Six predators, all snarling, hissing, and clawing to get inside. Sara’s heart sank. The escalation was brutal. "Three creatures to six? That’s not a wave, that’s a flood!"
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again Ceasefires in Afghanistan have never been simple. They are written on paper but lived in mountains—mountains that do not care for agreements, politics, or promises. And on the night of the latest regional crisis, that old truth returned with frightening force.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 6
The second Constrictor’s body scraped against stone as it entered, eyes glinting in the dim light. Sara gripped her punch dagger, her bat laying on the ground beside her where she had dropped it, but the cave was too narrow, the walls too close. There was no room for wide arc swings, no space for the Power Swing that had saved her so many times.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 5
Sara’s hunt became a relentless march through the jungle, her robe whispering with silver threads as her bat pulsed faintly in her grip. She no longer waited for predators to find her. She sought them out, following the subtle tug of her Danger Sense like a compass. Each flicker of warning was not a call to retreat, but a beacon guiding her toward the next fight, the next source of strength for her growing network.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 4
Sara had taken the time to rest, letting her body adjust to the strange new balance of her stats. The ache in her leg was still there, but she could feel the network humming faintly inside her, spores knitting strength into her frame. She wasn’t healed, not yet, but she was steadier. And steadier meant ready to hunt.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 3
Sara limped forward, each step a reminder of the Mauler’s bite tearing at her leg. The silver-threaded bat doubled as a cane, its weight steadying her as she pushed deeper into the jungle. Retreat wasn’t an option. Behind her lay only blood and broken branches. Ahead, perhaps, shelter.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Letters He Never Sent. AI-Generated.
Samuel Graves had not opened the study room in three years. Dust blanketed the shelves like tired snow; the curtains remained frozen in place, trapping darkness inside the walls. The house itself seemed to breathe differently when he stood at the doorway — as if recognizing him with a mixture of relief and sorrow.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song in the Snow. AI-Generated.
Anton Markovic was known only by the sound of his violin. He played every evening at the frozen train station under the city bridge, where footsteps echoed like ghosts and the cold bit the bones of anyone foolish enough to linger.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
