Satire
The Hero of Ardenia
In the world of Ardenia, magic flowed through every corner of the land. The trees hummed with energy, the rivers sparkled with enchantment, and the sky glowed with a radiant aura. The people of Ardenia, the Ardenians, lived in harmony with the magical elements of their world. They used their magic to create wondrous works of art, to heal the sick and wounded, and to communicate with the spirits of the land.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
A High Cost to Pay
Although Sophie could never quite identify why, she had always felt unique from the other students at school. Compared to other people she knew, she has always been a little more shy, introspective, and sensitive to the world surrounding her. But she never considered herself to be particularly unique or magical.
By Oluwadurotimi Adedotun3 years ago in Fiction
The Double Life Killer
Detective Olivia Coleman had seen her fair share of gruesome crimes in her time, but nothing had prepared her for the horrors she was about to face. A psychopath was on the loose in the city, and he seemed to be getting bolder with each passing night. Olivia knew she had to catch him before he struck again.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
SARANGE
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Maya who had a crush on a boy named Rohit in her school days. Maya had always been crazy about Rohit since her school days. Rohit was two years older than her and also her senior. She would often see him in the school corridor and her heart would skip a beat. She would blush and hide behind her friends, trying not to let Rohit notice her.
By Salini Kathir 3 years ago in Fiction
Get Down At The Higgledy-Piggledy Café
In the heart of the pulsating metropolis, the neon-illuminated Higgledy-Piggledy Café teetered precariously on the precipice of chaos and calamity, its very existence a feat of rebellious defiance against the unrelenting march of homogenized coffee chains. Its patrons, a veritable cornucopia of peculiar souls, each possessed their own delightful eccentricities, rendering the establishment a veritable smorgasbord of human peccadilloes and quirks.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
The Pigeon's Coup
In the quiet town of Larksburrow, a gentle breeze swirled through the streets like the ghost of a waltz, carrying whispers of a change in the air. Martha DeWitt walked along the cobblestone, her feet tapping a syncopated rhythm that echoed against the brick facades of the quaint shops. The sun, a perfect orb of molten gold, seeped into the crevices of the cobblestone streets, staining the earth in warm hues.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
Watch Out For The Quiet Ones
In the seaside town of Haven’s Crest, where the clapboard houses were painted in hues of sea glass and the air perpetually tasted of salt, something was stirring. The first mime arrived without fanfare, his face painted white, and his black and white attire stark against the pastel backdrop of the town. That morning, he had perched on a bench in the main square, hands poised as if holding a teacup, sipping the air in silence.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
How to Run a Secret Society
Great! You have finally admitted that you want to do this. The most important thing to do first is to remember that you have good reasons for starting your own society. These reasons will come out as you develop your own society and try to add members to the group.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Diplomat and the Polar Bear
The day the ice spoke, whispering secrets into the frigid air, was the day I recognized that either I had gone mad or the world had beaten me to it. As I trudged through the Arctic wasteland, the wind’s haunting dirge was punctuated by the faintest murmurs emanating from the frozen ground beneath my weary feet. I crouched, pressing my gloved hand to the ice, my ears straining to grasp a shard of the conversation. I shuddered, not solely due to the cold, and drew my hand back. My breath formed dense clouds as it met the biting air. This Arctic assignment was mutating me, gnawing away at my sanity just as the encroaching polar night swallowed the daylight.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
Click to Unknown Sender
The screen turns all white with a thin black border about a quarter inch from the edge of the screen. The screen so luminous my eyes sink into a hypnotic frozen stare. The message that popped up on the screen blurred by my astigmatismic stare. I refocus to read what's displayed very legibly in the center of my screen. It is not words, but 3 symbols '>>>'.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
A Chrysalis Descent
Joy Division’s “Disorder” blares from Paul Barrett’s headphones drowning out the rumble of luggage wheels as he’s herded through the loading bridge at Heathrow Airport. His black hoodie tunnels his vision as he sees the attendant ahead greeting them all one by one.
By David Jameson3 years ago in Fiction
