Series
(Return of the Kūki no yōna) Part 1
When the world of yokai was at its darkest, a phoenix of immense power emerged from the embers of the carnage. Like a vengeful sun, it lit up the sky and burnt the cursed shroud that harmed the land to cinders, thus bringing about a brighter dawn for all of yokai kind.
By MissJ1genz4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 32
It has been two weeks and still nothing. There are too many questions that I can’t answer. Too many things are building up in me that I have to get out. I need clarity. I need some peace. My own investigation is just piling on the questions rather than the answers. I feel like I’m balancing on a very sharp edge, about to fall one way or the other and the tension is ripping me apart. My body is beginning to feel better and I figure I can’t do any real harm with just a short run. I need to run.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
Heritage
Chapter 1: She was content with the quiet of the forest around her. She was more at home here than in the village. There she was a novelty, something to be looked at and admired but nothing more. Out here among the endless trees, she was herself without having to hide or pretend. She had always felt different from everyone else. At least, that was how she felt after her father had abandoned her and her mother. Her mother, heartbroken and sick, had sent her to live in the nearby village of Ourania. Now, nearly 3 years later, she received a letter that changed her life. It was from the healer who had taken care of her mother.
By Lauren Mills4 years ago in Fiction
Moco's Introduction 2
In this part 2 of Moco’s introduction, below is the image saying “After 14 days…I felt hopeless.” Moco did have no hope left in him, feeling useless and not having anything happy going his way. He had no idea goodness was going to go his way very soon, it seemed like a really, really, extremely long time for change towards Moco. Time just seemed to go so slow for him, there were a few days it was too unbearable to carry on. He once was getting too hungry, his little tummy growled so much he thought oh no that is it. Some days it was okay to find food and water, which was miraculously provided for him from above. Life seemed to be a struggle and Moco felt that way and just could not see any roads to open for him.
By Bacon hair gurl4 years ago in Fiction
Fallen Citadel pt 3
Fallen Citadel pt. 3 We had stopped along the way to the caves early in the morning because of Borgan. Borgan was hungry yet again and said “this bread is stale as that beer last night”, I replied “well you were the dumb ass who bought it, didn’t you try it out before?” He chuckled with an “oh right” and continued to eat it anyway. After having been on the road for so long we were used to eating stale things but Borgan complained none the less. You would think as a goblin he would be used to eating crap, but the capital had spoiled him.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
Invidia
Eyfira's mask is tossed carelessly to the soil. The diamond hair clip I bought her has been thrown away with them. She's lying in the grass, her thighs wrapped around Hytur's waist, fingers clawing into his hair. Dirt smears her gown. His black and golden jacket is half off. She's kissing him, gasping out his name as his lips close over hers.
By Wen Xiaosheng4 years ago in Fiction
Invidia
Eyfira I-Seosha twirls around for me to see. The moonlight breaks through the curtains of the palace, draping across her bare, round shoulders and the glowing pearl necklace that rests on her creamy collarbone. She wears a royal gown, dyed with a rare purple that calls to mind a dusk fading into the night. They match the shade of her eyes perfectly; eyes that glitter because she knows how beautiful she looks already. To her, it is not vanity. It is simply the truth. At her hips, the fabric takes flight, gracefully fluttering around her slender legs like ribbons of mist. A silvery-white, ornate pendant in the shape of a butterfly adorns her waist. The insignia of the Monarch. The Empress. Her mother. She confidently tosses her dark auburn hair, clipped with a sparkling diamond ornament I bought her at the local market. She looks back at me, the corners of her full lips curling up ever so slightly.
By Wen Xiaosheng4 years ago in Fiction
