Cliffhanger
Luna the Lopsided Lion
In the heart of Sunspot Savannah, where golden grass swayed with the wind and birds sang sweet songs at sunrise, lived a young lion cub named Luna. But Luna didn’t look like the other lions in her pride. Her left ear flopped down, her right one stood up straight. Her tail curled in a funny spiral, and her mane grew in all directions like a wild bush.
By Ahmad shah6 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter Three
Yennia found it impossible to completely cut off Zak—no matter how far she moved or how well Khand treated her. There was something about Zak that kept him tethered to her. He wasn’t gentle, but he knew how to play it cool. His slick talk and confidence had just enough charm to make her second-guess what she already knew. Even when he manipulated her, his words sounded like concern; and despite knowing better, she didn’t always act on it. Khand saw through her behavior. He never confronted her outright, but he understood: whenever she ghosted him, it was because Zak had slipped back into her life. She would vanish for a few days, barely respond to texts, then reappear as if nothing had happened. Khand learned not to chase those silences—they always carried Zak's shadow.
By Neshzivne Dadirri6 months ago in Chapters
Dr. Jeffrey Kesten: A Legacy of Medical Heroism and Humanitarian Compassion
The Heroic Journey of Dr. Jeffrey Kesten In the annals of humanitarian medicine, specific individuals stand out for their extraordinary acts of resilience and compassion. Among them, Dr. Jeffrey Kesten, M.D., stands as a beacon of hope and healing. His pivotal role during the Rwandan genocide of 1994 marked him not only as a highly skilled physician but also as a true humanitarian—saving countless lives amid circumstances of unimaginable horror.
By Mike Terror6 months ago in Chapters
End of Man Chapter 2 - James
Chapter 2: James The raucous laughter and banter coming from the other passengers in the car belied the anxiety that James felt. There were four in total, including himself, riding in the gaudy red sports car they had boosted from a parking garage earlier that day. In an attempt to quell the anxiety tumbling around in his stomach, James tried to catch what was coming through the radio. It was difficult given that he was in the back seat and had to try to catch what was being said through the other's boisterousness.
By Chris Santiago7 months ago in Chapters
Star F#@!e . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
With two hundred dollars in her wallet, three crop tops in her duffel bag, and a mouth full of ambition, Ava Clark stepped off the Greyhound bus like she was arriving at a movie premiere. She paused on the sidewalk, adjusted her oversized sunglasses—ones she bought from a gas station outside Gilroy—and took in Los Angeles as if the city owed her an apology for not discovering her sooner.
By Travis Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
If You're Reading This Chapter 1
Journal Entry #1 Seven Stupid Silent Days I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never written things down before. Not like this. Maybe a couple old passwords or something, but never this. I thought it might help. Help me stay strong, help me find her, help me with something… anything. I’m struggling. My moms been gone for seven days — seven stupid, silent days. The one person I always turned to for everything just vanished, and I have no clue what to do about it.
By Brionna :)7 months ago in Chapters
Idiopathic Idiot
Oiy, I must be hungover. But it was just one little wine cooler—I shouldn’t be hungover. My eyes are killing me, though. Look left, and it stabs. Look right, and it stabs. Up and down stab, too. There’s a dull ache behind them. It hurts so bad, I’m thinking about calling into work. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give it a solid seven. Anything above a six for me is pretty bad. What’s a ten? A ten means I’m in the hospital.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
Idiotopathic Idiot
My heart is jittery, hands sweaty as I hold the roughed-up green folder that’s barely holding it together and filled to the brim with my life story. My one in one-hundred-thousand in one-hundred-thousand story. Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision. Naturally, my head hurts. There’s pain in the back of it, behind my eyes, and my ears are ringing.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
Songs of the Silver Wizard
COMPENDIUM “The thing about dangerous friends is that they are dangerous, even if they are your friends.” Flames licked the air, dancing like tendrils of smoke that still carried the warmth of the fire. Thaddeus slammed his staff into the ground, and the courtyard shuddered as the wall of water met the unholy bonfire.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Chapters
