Carolyn Patton
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The Dead Princess's Mercy. AI-Generated.
General Wei stared at the pool of black water beneath his feet. In its reflection, he didn’t see his own battle scared face, but the faces of the three thousand men he had burned alive at the Siege of Yan. Their skin was translucent and their mouths were stitched shut with what looked like rusted wire.
By Carolyn Patton20 days ago in Fiction
The Room That Waited
In a quaint little town, in the misty, rolling hills of Ireland, stood a vast castle-like home. It looked like a mashup of medieval and Victorian-era architecture. The greystone was covered in creeping vines, and the archways and windows were adorned with Victorian-era carvings.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Fiction
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The very air of Tartarus clung to them, a suffocating shroud that choked the breath from their lungs. Each inhale was a desperate struggle, a testament to the crushing weight of this forsaken realm. Ahead, the Styx oozed, its black, viscous current sluggish and foreboding, catching the faint, ghostly shimmers of a light that promised no warmth. And there, a figure etched from the very shadows, stood Hades, his obsidian robes a seamless extension of the Stygian gloom. Beside him, a sentinel of darkness, a hooded shape remained unnervingly still.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The suffocating silence of the night pressed in as Sparta, the philosopher-king of Corgis, and his shadow, Jackson, the unwavering sentinel of a blue heeler, materialized from the swirling vortex of temporal displacement. Their ceaseless pilgrimage through the shattered tapestry of epochs, stitching reality with their very beings, had etched a weary rhythm into their souls. Yet, this return, this return to the sanctuary of their shared existence, clawed at Sparta's very core with a primal dread. The moment their paws touched the familiar threshold of the small, unassuming dwelling they shared with Pandora, their anchor in the tempest of time, a suffocating unease seized him, a visceral premonition that chilled him to the bone.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
Within the suffocating embrace of the mist-choked Carpathians, shadows bled across the brutalized earth, each elongated stripe a phantom limb of forgotten ages, their whispers a litany of the lost. Sparta, Jackson, and Pandora stood before a monolithic beast of a castle. Its obsidian spires, like sharpened bone, ripped into the bruised and unforgiving sky, the very wind a dirge, a mournful keening for tales that had withered into dust. Pandora, a soul adrift on the storm of her grief for Perseus, felt an unholy magnetism pulling her, a siren's call from this accursed edifice.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air itself crackled, not with the bite of wind, but with the raw, untamed essence of the divine. Perseus, a tempest in his own right, dragged Pandora upward, his grip a fierce promise against the treacherous, obsidian shards of the path. Each labored breath clawed at their lungs, yet the very thinness of the atmosphere vibrated with an intoxicating, alien power. Then, it loomed – Olympus. Not merely a mountain, but a celestial forge, where gold dripped like molten sun and clouds, woven from pure, luminous ivory, swirled in an eternal, blinding ballet.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The sun, a malevolent eye in a bleached sky, scorched the jagged maw of the cliffs that clawed at Mount Olympus. The air, heavy and suffocating, pulsed with the sharp tang of wild thyme, a deceptive sweetness masking a primal stench of pure danger. Sparta, a colossus of scarred muscle and unwavering resolve, Jackson, a whirlwind of coiled power and restless anticipation, and Pandora, her very essence a beacon of fierce, unyielding loyalty, stood at the mountain’s unforgiving base. Their gaze, a desperate plea, was locked on its impossibly vast, shadow-draped heights. Beside them, Perseus, their beloved comrade, lay a broken thing, his skin stretched taut over bone, a pallor of death clinging to him. Each breath, a ragged, agonizing gasp, threatened to be his last.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
