Adventure

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
The Artist
Written by, Joshua Prentice The Artist
By Joshua Lee Prentice2 months ago in Fiction
Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish2 months ago in Fiction
I am Panic
“Don’t look down yet.” “I’m already up here.” “Just stand still.” “I am standing.” “You’re gripping too hard.” “If I let go, I’ll fall.”
By Dagmar Goeschick2 months ago in Fiction