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Shadow’s Inferno
She had her arrow, poised towards four hourglasses intertwined with streaks of opal and amber. The woman adorned a bold but faded tattoo on her lower arm - it read, ‘Sanguis et Ignis in aeternum regnant’. Blood and Fire will rule for all of eternity. A chill ran down my spine. She pulled the bowstring taut, perfectly aimed towards the fragile hourglasses, and took a breath, waiting for the right moment to release her arrow. Strike. The cords of essence magic within the hourglasses began to fray. The ends curled into strands of blackened magic – the most feral kind. Gradually, wisps of the black magic disappeared through the top of the hourglasses and floated to the blanket of autumn leaves. A small spark danced across the leaves, engulfing them in an amber glow. The fire spread outwards in bursts of blue, white, yellow, green and red: the colours of the elements. The flames lapped at the woman’s heels as she stepped back. ‘Let the fire burn.’
By Shivika Bhattacharjiabout a year ago in Fiction
Three Can Keep a Secret if Two of Them are Dead. . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Mother taught me once a word was spoken it could never be unsaid. “If you gossip behind people’s backs, a little bird will tell them. If you tell even one friend your secret, the secret’s out, Cupcake.”
By Holly Pheniabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unsent Letter. Content Warning.
This song was playing in the background as I wrote this letter. You have two options to view this letter, first simpler way is reading it on Vocal. Media, the second is a mock letter created in Canva for a more visual effect. The choice is yours.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Fiction
Checkmate
Everything about her was a lie. From her birth certificate to her breast implants, Sarah Tyson was a total fabrication. It had to be. The assignment she was taking on was dangerous. It was the only way to be sure she wouldn't be found out. Sarah Tyson had been groomed for the past two years. Nothing was left for granted. She was absolutely the best person to pull it off. Her identity was "custom made" for the job.
By Scott A. Geseabout a year ago in Fiction
Trust Broken. Content Warning.
Beneath the Fractured Sky Located on the coast, Havenridge looked like the kind of town where everyone led a calm existence, but bore no other secrets than the tides. It was a stormy night, and Evelyn Carter stood by one of the oldest lighthouses in the town. Facing her, was the man she had been in love with for the past four years, Lucas Hall. But the love she felt for him was deeply buried in anger and confusion at that point.
By Rizwana about a year ago in Fiction
Bloodstorm
Lucien Drake was a man who lived alone with his horse. The horse's name was Bloodstorm, and it was a white horse with deep red eyes. When it ran, the air grew heavy, as if an invisible weight had descended upon everything in its path. Its body seemed woven from deep darkness, so black that time seemed to stop as you gazed at it. Its eyes did not appear to belong to a living creature; they were deep red, like a sea of molten embers. Looking into them, it seemed as though they would tear apart your entire past, every sin, every fear, every hidden secret, and lay it bare before you. When the horse ran, the earth's soul would scream, as though the boundaries of time and space had dissolved. Do not attempt to touch it; its skin is colder than ice. Bloodstorm's skin is so cold that it would burn your hand.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Fiction
THE SILENT WATCHER
The ticking of the clock was the only sound in the room, each second dragging like a whisper in the dark. Ava sat alone at the dining table, her fingers tracing the edges of a faded photograph. The faces in the picture smiled back at her, but something about them felt… wrong. The eyes—too lifeless, too fixed—bore into her as though they knew a secret she had forgotten.
By RK Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Lunaris
Months had passed since Aria and Cole escaped the ruins of Lunaris. They had returned to their normal lives—or what could pass for normal after dismantling an ancient, otherworldly conspiracy. But the shadows of that night lingered.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost In the Never. Content Warning.
I can't remember when I saw the last road sign or phone box. I looked behind and the road disappeared into a grey fog, also the road was so narrow I couldn't turn the car around, but the petrol gauge was in the red so I had maybe another ten miles before the engine packed up, and then what?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Mastering Murder: A Parental Guide to Raising a Serial Killer. Content Warning.
“Son of a bitch,” Maya cursed as the warmth of her own urine touched her fingers. An annoyed huff blew past her lips as she set the pregnancy test down on the sink and took a drag on the menthol cigarette that had been hanging loosely from her lips. She pulled a handful of the rough single ply toilet paper from the roll and wiped quickly before setting the timer on her phone for fifteen minutes. As she stood in front of the mirror the reflection of her frazzled black hair and sleep deprived eyes stared back. She reached forward to turn on the faucet. Tepid water sputtered out barely dampening her hands. Another frustrated grunt clawed its way up her throat when the soap dispenser produced only miniscule bubbles. After failing to wash her hands properly. Maya glanced at the small screen on the test. A blank space still stared back, taunting her as the time ticked away. She wiped her hand along her shirt and took a seat on the time-stained floor.
By SharonSharpeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spiral of Secrets: The Final Descent
The descent felt endless. Each step Aria Bellamy took into the darkness brought her deeper into the unknown, her flashlight barely piercing the oppressive gloom. Behind her, Cole followed silently, his presence a small but vital comfort.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows Beneath the Surface
Chapter 2: A Stranger in the Dark Detective Elena Cruz sat at her desk in the dimly lit precinct, the cryptic note and red feather laid out before her. The events at the Harlow mansion replayed in her mind like a broken record. Who had the skill and audacity to pull off such a daring theft under so much scrutiny? And what exactly did the note mean?
By snowycloudabout a year ago in Fiction