Series
"Weirdos" . Top Story - May 2025.
My heart pounded against my rib cage as my mind went completely blank. But then Pallas caught my eye from the other side of the hallway. One hand hovered over her chest and rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing. Her deep green gaze seemed to glow in the distance, allowing a better understanding of her message:
By Taylor Rigsby8 months ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner’s Highly Unrecommended Travelogue - #116: Mushrooms, Mistakes, and Mad dashes
Dodge had made this trip enough times to consider himself an expert at gathering Stonecap Fungus. Always with a single firm twist, no pulling, tearing, or cutting. Respectful pace. Easy enough.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)8 months ago in Fiction
Dodge and the Tragedy of Tailoring: Measure twice, Cut Once. Replace weekly!
The bell above the door of Nimbleman’s Fine Clothiers jingled with practiced exasperation, more of a weary sigh than a welcoming chime, signaling the latest return of Dodge, serial destroyer of fine tailoring & a familiar figure of destruction and poor textile preservation.. He strode in, his satchel brimming with the unmistakable scent of charred leather and singed fabric. Wisps of smoke still curled lazily from his coat. His hat—poor, tragic thing—had several large, jagged holes burned straight through it, as though it had tried and failed to reason with a particularly aggressive bonfire and bore the unmistakable marks of a blade’s enthusiastic attempt to perforate it beyond recognition.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)8 months ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner vs Hostile Workplace Discrimination. (The Art of Dodge-ing Responsibility)
Dodge Tanner lounged in his favorite spot at the Barrow and Barrel tavern, a half-empty goblet of the local vintage swirling lazily in his hand. The dim tavern light cast lazy shadows over the parchment map, a document so thoroughly ignored it might as well have been a coaster sat beneath his elbow, forgotten in favor of the pressing matter of deciding whether the blackberry merlot or the apricot chardonnay deserved the title of the coveted Tanner Title 'Finest Wine of the Valley.' (Coveted by Dodge Tanner, at least, as his attempts to get the competition officialized has thus far gone unappreciated.)
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)8 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Past
Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past The warm, golden light of dawn washed over the city of Tel Aviv, casting long shadows over its modern skyline. But for Adam Rahman, the light could never touch the cold corners of his memory. He stood still at his apartment window, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, eyes locked on the distant horizon. To most, this was just another morning. To Adam, it was the start of something dark. Again.
By Kevin Hudson8 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
Punishment
Get this published book here. An Excerpt from the Book by Joey Raines Rain was coming down like the world was ending, each drop smashing against the windshield like tiny bombs. The wipers couldn't keep up, squealing and scraping as they fought back and forth in time with Luke's pounding heart. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, hands slippery with sweat even though the October cold was seeping through his car's broken heater.
By Joey Raines8 months ago in Fiction
