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City of Glass
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that’s not really true, is it? Some might even say that a baby’s first gasp of air, and the following scream into the terrifying new world, actually echoes around the entire galaxy. The second time that Orla’s brother was born, she was pretty sure the announcement of his arrival reached every distant star in the sky.
By Caleb Weinhardt2 years ago in Fiction
Rich Man ,Poor Girl.
In the clamoring city of Esperanza, there carried on with a little kid named Ana. She was known in her neighborhood for her steady soul notwithstanding her unobtrusive conditions. Ana's family battled to get by, yet she never let their monetary difficulties faint her lively character or her tenacious assurance to succeed.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Island Retreat. Content Warning.
"Land ahoy!" Captain Combs scanned the horizon and indeed, he could see the bump rising from the sea's flatness. It was a welcome sight, as although he loved the swell of the waves, he was fed up of rum and biscuits and was eager to find some exotic fruit or wild pig on which to feast. He knew that his men felt the same.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Weeping Willow
As the fog clung to the intricate woodwork of the old Victorian home, whispers of its storied past seemed to echo through the mist. The once vibrant walls, now muted by time, held secrets of laughter and sorrow, each window a gateway to the soul of the house. Even as the fog obscured its view, the home stood resolute, a testament to the enduring beauty of an era long gone, its eerie presence more inviting than foreboding, beckoning the curious to uncover its mysteries.
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Fiction
The Arcana Coalition . Content Warning.
Part 2 Thelbe Jack reclined in the shadowy confines of the carriage as it speeds toward Watercrest. His gaze, the color of a clear winter sky, was fixed on the small satchel clutched by the elf sprawled unconscious across from him. He snatched the bag and glanced inside. The bag’s contents—a pinecone, a skein of yarn, a solitary black candle, two odd silver coins—were an enigma, seemingly irrelevant to any conceivable purpose. Among these oddities, Thelbe found a small delight: a piece of caramel, its sweetness encased in plastic. He pocketed the treat in his tunic and nonchalantly tossed the remaining trinkets at the elf, who twitched in response. With a weary exhalation and an eye roll, Thelbe turned his attention to the world outside the window, yearning for the freedom of the skies, a stark contrast to the confines of this terrible vessel. A shiver coursed through him as memories of a frigid night four years prior surfaced—the night he Staged his death to elude the Sun Kingdom’s forces that slaughtered his kin. That harrowing eclipse marked the end of his former self and the birth of the man he had to become. A simmering rage began to stir within him.
By Frank English2 years ago in Fiction
Neon Noir Nightmare
The flickering neon sign outside the abandoned arcade cast an eerie glow on Grace's face. At 17, she was considered a prodigy by the local precinct, a whiz with deduction and a nose for trouble. Tonight, the trouble was a missing girl, Sarah, who vanished after entering this very arcade three days prior. The official investigation had stalled, but Grace wouldn't let it go.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
Entry: Zerzura the City of Doves
I guess this is where my true journey begins. Maybe it was before this time. I’m never really sure. My memory has always been shifted and different. I lose myself after every kill I think—so many of them. I found a place to find myself though. An absolutely gorgeous place. The White City, better known as Zerzura. I, however, call it The City of Doves. There are so many of them around here and it was almost as if some of them were pets to the people that I’ve come to know. One little girl, in particular, her name is Suhana.
By Christina Nelson 2 years ago in Fiction
