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To Rue Waterby, there was little worse than a breathless summer’s night in a crowded tavern with a tone-deaf bard. The ale in her tankard had long since lost the chill that made it drinkable, now sitting there with the same sweaty appeal as the thick, humid smell of bodies and beer. On top of it all, her hand at the card game was the crappiest she’d been dealt in a long time. No, there wasn’t much worse.
By M. A. Mehan 29 minutes ago in Fiction
The Starweaver's Last Thread. AI-Generated.
Mira's fingers moved through the void, pulling threads of starlight into intricate patterns that would become tomorrow's constellations. She worked alone in the Loom Chamber, suspended in the space between dimensions where causality bent like silk.
By Alpha Cortex32 minutes ago in Fiction
Peace
Something's happening 'round here. Some folks just seem to be gettin' happy ever since Captain Groovy decided to run for public office. He decided to run as an independent on the Peace ticket and name the party the Groovy Party. The Groovy Party was the laughingstock of the political arena, their views on hate and violence were seen as ridiculous. No one took the party seriously, that is, until Captain Groovy became the party leader.
By John Scipioabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
Before the Spell Settles
They noticed it first in the way the smoke behaved. It was early enough in the morning that even the birds were just waking up. The sky had the color of something not yet decided — not quite gray, not quite blue. The thin column of incense rising from the chipped ceramic bowl on the windowsill should have gone straight up, as it always did when the air was still.
By Ivy Roseabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Schnoodle Saves the Day
The sun was just beginning to scrape the top of the Manhattan skyline, casting a hazy, golden glow across the Hudson River and into the bustling, urban streets of West New York, New Jersey. The heavy, grinding rumble of the 6:45 AM New Jersey Transit bus rolling down the avenue vibrated through the pavement. To the humans stumbling out of their front doors with travel mugs of coffee and plastic bags stuffed in their pockets, it was just another Tuesday morning.
By Baltizareabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 1). AI-Generated.
Being able to manipulate time — and slip into nearly any moment in history — comes with advantages so vast they’re almost impossible to rank. But two always rise to the top.
By Lorenzo Blandabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Oni. Content Warning.
In the shade cast by the blood moon a chill is felt. It is the darkness mirrored of the creature beginning to stir in the crimson pools of reflected starlight.
By Griffen Helma day ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels Chapter 4
Akarisa groaned, rubbing her forehead roughly. Between staying up most of the day to investigate the abandoned dorm, and being unable to sleep with Kalin's very awake consciousness streaming through her mind, the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with her father. But he had concerns about her ability to handle a meeting with the Karinean council, which she could understand. If she wasn't massively sleep deprived.
By Phoenixica24a day ago in Fiction
Mors Invicta: Remembered Only as Footnotes
Unsheathed, my blade shone like the moon on the darkest eve as the sun rose above me. Though it had yet to meet the entrails of the beasts that threatened peace and sanity, my hands were bathed in the blood of legions.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Shadow Beasts, Jikininki, Beast Masters, a Telepathic Dragon, and who knows what else is out there. The Citadel may consider him an adult, but this was a lot for his eighteen-year-old mind to take in. He also didn’t totally trust the Citadel Elders. There was something in Cronos’s body language that betrayed his words. What Alexander needed was to speak with someone from his own community. He needed to speak with Dr. Jason.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Bey2 days ago in Fiction