Series
The Mirror of Color
Every hue is a doorway; every shade a choice. You lift the lid from a jar of pigment and the room changes temperature by a single breath—warmer, then warmer still. The color inside looks less like paint and more like a pulse. It stirs the air, rippling the lamplight, a living ember you can hold without being burned.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 — a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Beyond the Dust
The old village slept beneath a veil of dust and silence. Houses made of clay stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing out the weight of years. The scent of earth and forgotten dreams floated in the still air. Every evening, as the sun sank behind the hills and shadows stretched across the narrow road, a single lantern came alive — hanging by the door of a small, crumbling house.
By Riaz Hamkar3 months ago in Fiction
The Unraveling Line
“One glimpse is enough to unravel the world.” You lean in and peer—eye to the smallest opening you can find: a thin, curved seam of graphite on last night’s page, a keyhole drawn by your own hand. The lamp throws its warm circle over the desk. Dust drifts in it like slow stars. You hold your breath and look closer, closer still.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the lingering scent of scorched earth and desperate magic, but with a silent, potent truth that thrummed beneath Lilith's skin. Inside her, a universe was unfolding, a universe conceived in the forbidden embrace of Silver Moon's enchantress and the Shadowfell's formidable warlord. This wasn't just a secret; it was a rebellion.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The weight of ancient parchment pressed against Soren’s trembling fingers. “The final verse,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper, “it’s… it’s more than we imagined, Elara.” He traced the faded runes, his eyes wide with a dawning horror. “Shatter the realms… irreparable discord… or unprecedented reconciliation.”
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber boomed shut behind Draven, the sound reverberating through the cavernous hall, a stark counterpoint to the nervous thrumming in his own chest. He stood before them, the elders of his coven, their faces carved with the stoic severity of ages, each a monument to a history steeped in blood and suspicion. The air itself felt charged, thick with the unspoken animosity that had festered for generations, a palpable, suffocating blanket.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 36
TUS NUA – ch 36 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) The young boy looked around at each face and recognized kindness and sadness. To lighten the dim mood he knew he’d cast, he shrugged his shoulders and continued, “I did okay. I was able to get a bit of work here and there. When I couldn’t find work, I’m ashamed to say, I lifted the food I needed. I wandered around a lot and came to a, well, sort of a shelter in the woods. I heard what I thought was a pup crying out but when I went to check it out, I found the girls.”
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Fiction
