Adventure

🎆 The New Year We Almost Missed 💖
On December 31st, at 10:41 p.m., Maya Linh was absolutely certain of one thing: This was not how the year was supposed to end.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
Atarah’s Crown
There I am. Motionless. I make a pretty corpse. There goes my agent standing over me crying. I wonder if they are crying because I’m dead or because I can’t make them anymore money. The sirens. They can’t save me. Was all of this worth selling my soul for? There are no concepts of temperature for where I stand but some how behind me I can feel a fire making my soul sweat; and the tapping on my shoulder in the form of a hoof. Do I pray for reincarnation or am I damned for all eternity; or am I even allowed to pray at all after all I have done.
By Cadma2 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Don Conrado Pt.5
From a distance, Cherybdis watched. She was directly downstream and could see these events unfolding before her very eyes. Indeed, she was especially vexed when she witnessed the don emerge so gracefully up out of the water — as though he were some long-forsaken knight, from some far and distant realm, suddenly freed from the clutches of her arch-rival, Scylla, almost as if it were magic. And though, up until now, the don had been carelessly lax in keeping his person so near to the bank, and had perhaps warranted this invitation, he was now, otherwise, alert and at the ready — to wage battle with the power and knowledge of the Force — having been revived and reborn by this sudden brilliant flash of light, from whatever the source of it... may be.
By Delusions of Grandeur 2 months ago in Fiction
New Year’s Eve: the symbolic boundary between what has been and what will be. AI-Generated.
New Year’s Eve is not just a date on the calendar. It is a threshold, a suspended moment in which time seems to slow down, allowing us to look back and, at the same time, imagine the future. All over the world, the last night of the year is accompanied by rituals, traditions, and expectations that reveal much about who we are and who we hope to become.
By Sajida Sikandar2 months ago in Fiction
TCoE: Dayne & Darzith
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By Mel E. Furnish2 months ago in Fiction
Once Upon the Shoulders of Giants
Funny it should rain today, Ariel thought as she wiped the misted rain droplets off the top of the reliquary. She tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear and unfurled her sleeves. An admittedly disenchanted, middle-aged archaeologist, Ariel had never been one to appreciate the irony of weather in a situation, but there was a first time for everything.
By Call Me Les2 months ago in Fiction
🎆 The Year We Didn’t Mean to Fall in Love 💫
The year ended the way it always did for Maya Lin: quietly, deliberately, and alone. She liked it that way—or at least, she had trained herself to.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
Headed Home
“Did you have a good time?” “It was great, Dad.” “Yes, wonderful.” “It wasn’t even just for kids. I really had fun.”
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
In Case of Emergency
Captain's Manual, Page 247, Emergency Procedures World Tech would like to remind the crew of the SS-73 that we depend on your success. The stars. The sun. The moon. All planets and every ounce of life on the planets. Everything within our galaxy depends on your success.
By Hope Martin2 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 27
"I still just don't understand why war is necessary. The fairies can't be that bad. The sea-wolfs on the other hand..." Pori scooped Bry up into her arms and combed his unruly hair with her fingers.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I smile as I walk up to him watching him wipe the dirt and sweat off of his face as the sunlight sparkles in his Green eyes and they catch mine I don't know if its this Tennessee heat or the infatuation I have for this man but my heart skips a beat as he covers his forehead with his hand to get a better look and he says Ms. walker you ain't supposed to be out here, I fold my arms as I say now Jimmy how many times do I have to tell you to call me Anna?, Ms. Walker is my mama. He shakes his head as he says well either way you know if you are caught out here talking to me your daddy is gonna have your head and possibly mine, I shrug and say well the war is taking up most of his time and Mr. Johnson is taking up my mama's so I think I'm safe.
By cheyenne 2 months ago in Fiction
The Treehouse That Waited
Rain threatened as Elio climbed the rickety ladder to the treehouse of his childhood. Each step groaned under his weight, soaked from weeks of storms, and the wind tugged at the branches as if warning him to turn back.
By Jonathan2 months ago in Fiction