Historical Fiction
The Paper Ocean
Children in a seaside town folded boats and waves from scraps of paper. One stormy night, the sea surged dangerously close. To calm the waters, a child placed a small origami whale on the shore. To everyone’s amazement, the real waves softened. Soon, hundreds of children folded an entire ocean of paper creatures. By dawn, the storm had calmed entirely. The elders later said it wasn’t magic but the unity of hope. Still, fishermen swore that on quiet nights, real whales swam with folds and creases on their fins.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production
Still experiencing traumatic effects, due to a shocking episode, only few days ago Alex and Cody, two musical front men approached the Premier Estates residencies gateway, knocking three times, hoping those goals would draw things even. When the Peacock, dressed in formal penguin tuxedo answered, the pair felt welcome, “yes, may I ask who is calling?”
By Marc OBrien2 months ago in Chapters
The Plan (Seventeen)
⸻ CHAPTER: THE LUNAR APERTURE INITIATIVE Scene: WESO Strategic Chamber — The Ring Vault The Ring Vault hung beneath Geneva like a buried crown—circular, seamless, humming with magnetic suspension fields. Twelve Machine Intellects appeared around its circumference as shimmering spectral columns, each tinted to match the nation or agency that sponsored it.
By Mark Stigers 2 months ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 2: Farewell, Paevia
Farewell, Paevia Dawn crept slowly over the kingdom of Althera, painting the sky in faint gold and silver, but the light could not soften what the land had become. Smoke still rose from the lower districts, and the cold wind carried the smell of ashes.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Chapters
WESO (Sixteen)
FOUNDING OF WESO Scene: The Ministry of Admiralty — Sub-Level Iron Chamber The chamber beneath the British Admiralty had no heat, no windows, and no humans. Frost veined the riveted steel walls. The only signs of intelligence were faint pulses humming through pneumatic speaking tubes and copper dials.
By Mark Stigers 2 months ago in Chapters
The Sculptor of Forgotten Faces
In a desolate town lived a sculptor who carved faces no one remembered. He chiseled strangers who passed through dreams, portraits that belonged to no history. People mocked the useless art. Yet the day a terrible fog erased all memory from the village, only the sculptor’s statues remained as proof of who the people once were. One by one, villagers recognized themselves in stone, and the sculptor said: “I carve to preserve the parts you abandon.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Ohio Incident (Fifteen)
⸻ CHAPTER: THE OHIO INCIDENT North Atlantic — 1907 Pre-dawn, 0400 hours The Atlantic swelled beneath the Ohio like a restless beast. Lightning flashed in distant horizons, jagged and brief, and the wind tugged at the deck fittings. The storm was minor, but enough to unsettle any green sailor.
By Mark Stigers 2 months ago in Chapters
The Brave Lion and the Wise Monkey
Deep in the heart of the Emerald Jungle, where the trees stretched high enough to scratch the sky, lived two unlikely friends: Leon, the bravest lion in all the land, and Milo, a monkey known far and wide for his quick wit and clever thinking.
By osama aziz2 months ago in Chapters
The Cloud That Remembered Your Name
A single cloud drifted above a village, changing shape whenever someone beneath it spoke their name. For some, it brightened; for others, it dissolved slightly, as if disappointed. When a man with no sense of self spoke his name, the cloud formed a radiant shape. He realized identity is not what we feel—weighed down by self-doubt—but what we are capable of becoming.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Diamonds (Thirteen)
⸻ Scene: Steel and Diamond A milling bit cut into the polished steel, sparks flaring as it carved a groove no thicker than a hair. Each micro-groove traced a path for pressurized air — a channel that would guide a thought, a decision, a calculation inside a dreadnought. One groove alone was meaningless. But dozens, hundreds, intricately arranged, formed a network: the heart of a pneumatic processing unit, a machine mind as precise and cold as the steel itself.
By Mark Stigers 2 months ago in Chapters
