Microfiction
Peace is the only option
Once upon a time, in the land of Veridonia, a great conflict had engulfed the entire realm. The kingdoms of Etherea and Eldoria had been at odds for centuries, locked in a bitter struggle for power and dominance. Countless lives had been lost, and the once-thriving landscapes had turned into wastelands, scarred by the ravages of war.
By Sohaib Saeed3 years ago in Fiction
The Epic Journey
A teenage explorer named Rylan had always dreamed of setting off on an epic expedition in a realm where myths and tales were supreme. Generation after generation had been regathering tales of the Mythical Path, titillating the imaginations of those seeking the unthinkable. Rylan longed for the chance to solve the puzzles that lay within this grand voyage.
By S. M. Inventor3 years ago in Fiction
Passionate Reconciliation
Passionate Reconciliation The school's view stood boldly by the tarred road. Stella had been watching since she left home with her mum dreaming of a good school like the one she just left. Her mum alighted off the road and hooted at the entrance gate. The gate rolled open. Stella did not see anyone as they drove in and the gate rolled back closed. What stole her attention was the neatness of the premises and the setting of the burgeoning flowers finely trimmed. The mum finally parked in front of the administrative office and they came out of the black Lexus geep.
By Oduga Lucky3 years ago in Fiction
I Am The Prize
Well, this is going to be one very unique heist. What it consists of is me basically stealing myself back from those who stole me, from me, in the first place. They've been stealing me from me all of my life. And then, they try to get me to pay them to get myself back. It's a new me, they say, who will have a better life. Well, it's going to stop.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Fiction
Hamburger happy
I cannot wait to see these hamburgers pop off with their glock nines and do this gangster-ass heist for sure. Channel fuck news said hamburgers with arms and legs I mean actual hamburgers with human bodies crossed with a hamburger patty and bun for a torso-type shit. Funny as fuck am I right? Channel fuck news has said that not only do the gangsters own glock nines they own ruggers and AKs among other machine guns and even the type of machine guns that set bodies on fire as soon as the bullet makes an impact with the body. These ham burglars are off the cheezy yo. With onions and potatoes on the side, this heist is going to be feisty and pay off because the fact of the matter is the boys are too dumb to find these masterminded ham burglars laugh out loud. Who doesn't call the cops the boys most real mother fuckers do. I am super real.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Thanks for the Ride!. Content Warning.
Charlie had been watching the man for weeks and was determined to take his 1971 SS Chevrolet Cheville. The man was often seen at a local bar where Bikers and Car junkies hung out. Charlie had planned to catch this fool "slipping" coming out the bar, but that was too risky.
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Fiction
Daddy's hands
Mother Earth and father time. My abba father will never leave me nor forsake me. He has never left me yet he has always been there. When my earthly father has never been there for me my heavenly father was there holding me close everywhere I go, of course I am not able to physically see him however he is present I feel his presence all the time I need to pray to him often and read the holy word of the Lord every day three times a day even if it is the 23rd psalm even though I don't feel like it I should do it because God needs my attention and I don't give him enough.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Polly Wants a Carat
Marry Nikolaev normally would never leave her jewelry laying around, but she was alone this day. 2 diamond rings ranging from 10 to 15 carats. She only set it down for a moment. She was only gone for 3 minutes. When she came back, the rings were missing.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Flames of Guardianship. Content Warning.
In the enchanted realm of Sylvaria, a Guardian stood watch over precious eggs, treasures of immense power. Adorned in scales that shimmered like jewels, they protected these magical orbs from thieves who dared trespass. The Guardian's anger burned, fueled by their reverence for the eggs and contempt for the dim-witted pilferers. Thieves came, were thwarted, and vanished, but the Guardian knew they would return. Fury simmered beneath their surface, ready to scorch intruders and teach them a lesson. With each theft, their resolve grew, until vengeance was an unquenchable flame. The Guardian prepared, honing their skills, awaiting the next encounter. Sylvaria's quietude hid the brewing storm. Creaking scales and clenched jaws betrayed their wrath. The thieves, blind to their imminent demise, were about to face a fury they couldn't comprehend. In the clash to come, justice would prevail, and the Guardian's fire would burn brighter than ever.
By Chris Paul3 years ago in Fiction
