Adventure

The last message . AI-Generated.
I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone. At first, I thought it was just another notification from a friend or one of those annoying app alerts. But when I unlocked it, my heart skipped a beat.
By Evxian Zx2 months ago in Fiction
Last Bus
The bus came through my neighborhood every night at 11:47. I knew because I heard it before I saw it. The low engine hum. The soft rattle of windows. The sigh of brakes somewhere down the road. Even when I wasn’t looking for it, my body recognized the sound.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Fiction
The Mailbox That Still Waited 📮
The mailbox stood a little crooked at the edge of Willow Lane, its red paint faded to a tired pink. The flag no longer lifted the way it once had; the hinge squeaked when the wind caught it just right. Most people barely noticed it anymore. Cars passed. Seasons turned. The mailbox stayed.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
The Reaper’s Ledger. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Liam Callahan was drunk, murderously drunk, when he climbed into the rideshare heading south from Boston on the night before Christmas Eve.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Choices. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In 2045, the world lay in ruins — not from nuclear fire, but from nature's furious rebirth. Cities crumbled under earthquakes, coasts vanished beneath tsunamis, volcanoes blanketed the sky in ash. Humanity survived, scarred but alive, forced to rebuild from the ground up.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Fiction
Interlude: Lions, Lifewheat, & Crafters... Oh My! (Chapter 57.5?)
Interlude: Lions, Lifewheat, & Crafters... Oh My! Called to Haven Valley by the System Recruitment Notice, the Crafter families moved slowly, wagons and packs creaking under the weight of tools and supplies, children perched on carts or walking alongside, their eyes wide with wonder. The Lifewheat Fields stretched endlessly, golden stalks swaying like a sea around them. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of grain, and every step carried them deeper into the Valley’s heart.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Interlude: The Lions in the Depths (Chapter 53.5?)
Chapter 54: Interlude: The Lions in the Depths The Crystal Dungeon mine shaft stretched before them like the throat of some vast beast, its walls jagged with veins of crystal that pulsed faintly in the gloom. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of stone and dust, and every sound echoed across the dimly lit space. The drip of water, the scrape of claws, the thunder of golden paws striking earth. Shadows clung to the corners, and the deeper they pressed, the more the dungeon seemed to breathe around them.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Door
Prompt: Write a story about someone who finds a secret passageway in their house. The Door by Jarrett S. Smith "Are you sure it's up here?" Arnie asked as he climbed the last rung on the ladder to the attic.
By Jarrett Smith2 months ago in Fiction
Interlude: The Foreshadows face the Shadows (Chapter 35.5?)
Interlude: The Foreshadows face the Shadows The Crystal Dungeon mine shaft yawned before them, its walls glittering faintly with veins of crystal. The air was damp and heavy, carrying the scent of stone and something older, something waiting. Braska, the Bearfolk Barbarian, adjusted her grip on the Fungal Greatsword, its living edge pulsing faintly with spores. Beside her, Sylvi the Ferretfolk Ranger strung her Fungal Bow, whispering a quick prayer to the roots and vines that answered her call, as she set arrow to the string and scouted ahead. Dalen, the human healer, walked with quiet patience, his staff glowing faintly with necessary light in this dark place. Kaelith, the Runemage, traced wards in the air, runes shimmering around the party like a protective veil.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles - Chapter 3
The warehouse always felt softest at dusk. Someone had propped the big rolling door halfway open, just enough to let in a stripe of orange light that cut across the concrete and turned the drifting dust motes into slow-falling stars.
By Guia Nocon2 months ago in Fiction
The Bench at the End of Pine Street 🪑
The Bench at the End of Pine Street At the very end of Pine Street, where the houses thinned and the road stopped pretending it had somewhere important to go, there was a bench.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
Akatsuki Members as War Justifications
The beauty of anime is really in the details, to some it might just seem as cartoons but for the open minds, there is so much hidden in the details. Here is an interesting twist in the popular anime Naruto you might have missed, for those who might not know the Akatsuki were the main villain group the heroes were fighting against and throughout the series they had to take them down one after the other. The writer of this show didn’t just create a villain group made up of thugs out for violence, he put much more thought into their character than you might have realized.
By real Jema2 months ago in Fiction