Series

Tales of Esgarond
Marcus stood in the pear orchards outside the Mountain holds of the Nanir. Here was where they could grow their food and sustain their mighty stone fortresses within the mountain ranges. The golden fields and bright colours of the fruits in the rows of orchards that stretched for miles away from the shadow of the mountains and fed by the streams that ran down their sides. The warm sun gave everything a pleasant glow and the pear trees were at their most radiant, their soft fruit giving off a feint but pleasant fragrance.
By Tomos Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Hand
*To listen and read along, play the narration video* Laughing followed by a clashing of ancient swords erupted between two boys. In the blink of an eye, a blood-curdling snap of a boy's sword had sliced off the other's hand. The rich boy, Demonic, fell to his knees, crying as he grasped his gushing arm. The ancient sword the poor boy, Vigore, held began to glow. Gradually, the severed hand withered.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Esgarond
Imperator Marcus Longinus gazed out from the front of his army watching as the horizons darkened with storm-clouds. It seemed fitting for the foe that faced them. Truly had their shadow washed over all resistance like a force of nature itself. The enemy had arrayed its forces in the distance, the host when all combined seemed so numerous it looked to be reaching into the horizon and beyond.
By Tomos Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Amelia Cruz: The Dixon Project
"This is Mr. Leonov," Viktor Leonov said, taking the phone from his secretary. "How can I help you?" "Mr. Leonov, my name is Detective Peterson. I'm with the Burglary and Theft Division out of the San Antonio Police Department's West substation. I'm calling to let you know ..."
By Todd Henson5 years ago in Fiction
Calling Moscow - 2
The following conversation took place on August 20, 2021 in the aftermath of US troops withdrawal from Afghanistan. “Hello, Vlad?”
By Lana V Lynx5 years ago in Fiction
Inhuman
“Cici,” the soft, lilting voice sliced into Narissa’s mind sharper than any dagger. It was the voice of winter wind, hushed yet so biting as to get into your very bones. She shuddered, refusing to open her eyes.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Black Curtain:
Have you ever noticed movement out of the corner of your eye, only to turn your gaze upon nothing? Are you relieved to find nothing there? Was it an optical illusion? Perhaps. Maybe it was just your imagination. What if it isn’t? What if something is there and you just can’t see it. Honestly though, would you want to? What happens when you turn your gaze and see something…something that couldn’t possibly exist in this world? Terrifying and right in front of you. You blink- and it’s gone…as if it were never there to begin with. Do you forget about it? Perhaps it’s time to see a shrink, maybe get medicated. You blink a few times and go back to whatever you were doing, telling yourself that it isn’t real…
By Will G5 years ago in Fiction
(Return of the Kūki no yōna) Part 1
When the world of yokai was at its darkest, a phoenix of immense power emerged from the embers of the carnage. Like a vengeful sun, it lit up the sky and burnt the cursed shroud that harmed the land to cinders, thus bringing about a brighter dawn for all of yokai kind.
By MissJ1genz5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 32
It has been two weeks and still nothing. There are too many questions that I can’t answer. Too many things are building up in me that I have to get out. I need clarity. I need some peace. My own investigation is just piling on the questions rather than the answers. I feel like I’m balancing on a very sharp edge, about to fall one way or the other and the tension is ripping me apart. My body is beginning to feel better and I figure I can’t do any real harm with just a short run. I need to run.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Tardy Tending
George had never ridden a lawn mower before. Oh, sure, he’d used one of those little rinky-dinky push-mowers before. But this was a whole new experience.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Heritage
Chapter 1: She was content with the quiet of the forest around her. She was more at home here than in the village. There she was a novelty, something to be looked at and admired but nothing more. Out here among the endless trees, she was herself without having to hide or pretend. She had always felt different from everyone else. At least, that was how she felt after her father had abandoned her and her mother. Her mother, heartbroken and sick, had sent her to live in the nearby village of Ourania. Now, nearly 3 years later, she received a letter that changed her life. It was from the healer who had taken care of her mother.
By Lauren Mills5 years ago in Fiction
Moco's Introduction 2
In this part 2 of Moco’s introduction, below is the image saying “After 14 days…I felt hopeless.” Moco did have no hope left in him, feeling useless and not having anything happy going his way. He had no idea goodness was going to go his way very soon, it seemed like a really, really, extremely long time for change towards Moco. Time just seemed to go so slow for him, there were a few days it was too unbearable to carry on. He once was getting too hungry, his little tummy growled so much he thought oh no that is it. Some days it was okay to find food and water, which was miraculously provided for him from above. Life seemed to be a struggle and Moco felt that way and just could not see any roads to open for him.
By Bacon hair gurl5 years ago in Fiction