Fantasy
The Incomparable Maritime Jollies
Foreword: Dear Lubber, If you picked up this scroll to read the fables about the untamable sea monsters and otherworldly riches, ethereal ghouls and the divine mermaidens, you will be saltily disappointed: Because it is, actually, the mermaidens, who are quite untamable.
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: Shadows of Deceit
The triumph of the Fellowship of Eldoria in the Cursed Forest had thrust them into the spotlight of Valoria, the bustling capital of the realm. They were hailed as heroes, showered with adoration, and the king himself, King Aric, requested their presence at a grand banquet in their honor. As they navigated the streets, the throngs of well-wishers and admirers made it clear that their fame had spread like wildfire.
By Mirco Nalon2 years ago in Chapters
The Living Arc Angels Part 2. Content Warning.
(TYLER’S POINT OF VIEW) In the alley behind the Italian restaurant a white light appeared in swirling circles. Out of it stepped the four living arc angels. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but that was what Thomas had called us. We were once again back on earth. We stood together a moment in silence. Then the silence was broken as Eric yelled, “Whoa! Guess what?” Our attention quickly turned to him with interest not knowing what could have caused such an outburst. He looked back at us a moment and then with obvious embarrassment said, “I’m hungry. I just never thought I’d be hungry again.” A roaring laughter filled the alley. “Well, I would love to taste food again. After all, it’s been 3 years since the last time I ate.” I didn’t wait for anyone else to respond. I held tight to Andrea’s hand and started toward the end of the alley. Eric and Christine quickly followed. Andrea jokingly said, “Maybe that’s why they brought us back behind an Italian restaurant.” Once again we all shared in much needed laughter as we rounded the corner and headed toward the side door. Then after several more steps we were walking through the door, stopping just behind the register and waiting to be seated. Promptly, a waitress came up and asks us where we would like to sit. Christine said, “it doesn’t matter… we’re just glad to be here.” The waitress looked a little baffled by the reply but still grabbed a few menus and then headed off to show us to a seat. Eagerly we followed her toward the front of the restaurant. Finally the waitress stopped in front of a table that rested against the windows that made up the front wall. From here you could see the cars moving back and forth on the road that ran adjacent to the front of the establishment. To most this would have been an annoyance, however it had been a little while since any of us had seen any roads even with out any cars to be on them, so it was a new wonder to rediscover to us. So happily we sat down. Andrea slid into the booth on the left side and I slid in after her, and Christine slid into the booth on the right side followed by Eric.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2 of Memoirs of the In-Between
When you’re alive, you have no idea what happens to you when you die. It was one of my many thoughts and regrets. I always wondered what happened to a person when they died. I sent so many people to their afterlives, that it seemed like a fair question. I had no idea what I believed, and to be frank I was scared to think too deeply about it. Only when my worst guilt, fresh after a job well done, did I dare to venture into that dark corner of my mind. I eventually convinced myself that nothing happened. There was no heaven, there were no gods, there was nothing but a deep dark sleep that you never wake up from.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter Two: The Nine Hades Snake Venom
A serene, verdant river meandered gracefully through the landscape, its clear waters rippling gently downstream. Along the riverbank, a slender youth with long hair cascading to his waist stood. In his left hand, he held a book, and in his right hand, a fishing rod. The melodious sound of his reading echoed, harmoniously blending with the tranquil nature surrounding him. The soothing flow of the river added a poetic touch to the scene. Suddenly, the youth's right wrist flicked lightly, and a foot-long grass carp was effortlessly lifted from the water and landed in a basket a short distance behind him. Then, with another flick of his wrist, the fishing line gracefully arched through the air, the baited hook returning to the river. Throughout this process, the youth's eyes never left the book in his left hand.
By Germaine D Ray2 years ago in Chapters
Beggledert: The Sorcerers
Prologue A wild spring storm is brewing. Icy wind gusts chase restless rain in half of the sky and presage more than mere echoes of thunder and a deluge. I will keep my family safe. Turning away from the window, I glimpse furrowed brows over worried green eyes, and an overgrown beard, in an old mirror on the study wall. Exiling my reflection with a nod, I gaze again at twilight beyond my window.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Chapters
Two of the best recipes for grilling delicious lamb
the best way to cook lamb is to roast it. A honey roast lamb is rubbed with a sweet mixture of honey and spices and then roasted until it is juicy and tender. This recipe is perfect for a special dinner or holiday meal.
By John Biz242 years ago in Chapters
LEO AND THE AI MAGIC
Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled deep in the heart of the forest, there lived a cute and curious boy named Leo. Leo had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the world, especially by the ancient tales of magic that the elders shared with the children around the campfire.
By KARMJIT KAMALESVAR A R2 years ago in Chapters
