Cliffhanger
The Unknown Artist - Part 5
Author's Note: If you haven't read the previous parts of this beautiful story, be sure to start from the beginning! Check out the links below. This is a collaborative story between me and Rowan Finley, an amazing storyteller and writer!
By Sibley Shamraabout a year ago in Chapters
Fiendishly Consumed
The air around me is charged in anticipation of my meeting with the demonic witch. As I continue along the trail of the ancient murderess, I sniff the air for her familiar odor and almost gag at the pungent aroma of her scent. Bodies lay where they had fallen as she plunged through the crowds of people, leaving more dead than alive in her wake. Sensing that I am closer to her than I have been in ages, I dive deeper into this sleepless city, eager for the hunt to be finished.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly (Part 14) / Voices (Part 7). Content Warning.
(Links to the previous chapters of Blackbird Fly and Voices can be found at the end of this story) New Developments “Ray, Emily, Jack,” Sheryl yelled from the living room of the safe house. “Come downstairs. I have some news to share with you.”
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Chapters
Hellish Obsession
I’ve searched this city for days, but I’m no closer to catching up to the demoness than when I arrived. I can still sense the evil the witch leaves in her wake, and I know she is still here. She has lost herself in the millions of souls here and can merge with anyone at any moment, further defying my abilities to track her.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 18: Never-Ending Nightmares. Content Warning.
James was under the kitchen table again. Even at the young age of nine, James would often hide under the kitchen table when his parents would fight. He started this habit when he was five, and it just stuck.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unknown Artist - Part 2
Author’s Note: If you have not read part 1 by Sibley Shamra, then please read it first via the link below: Shiloh felt a creative rush, as if a waterfall flowed through her soul. Taking another sip of her morning brew, she turned on a HAUSER instrumental playlist. The first song that played was actually her favorite - "HAUSER - Gabriel's Oboe." Music always inspired her to paint.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Chapters
Instructions to Be Solid: An All out Manual for Wellbeing
Wellbeing is significant to an effective and useful life. Great wellbeing is physical, mental, and close to home, and can be accomplished exclusively through a healthy lifestyle. In the feverish existence of today, it is easy to disregard straightforward propensities for wellbeing, yet with some cognizant exertion, anybody can have a solid existence. In this article, various tips on the most proficient method to be sound and accomplish absolute health are talked about.
By MD.NAIM MIAHabout a year ago in Chapters
Demonic Enchantment. Content Warning.
From atop the buildings, I stand surveying this new strange city that my chase has led me to, the City of Angels. I can’t help but compare this majestic city with the tiny burgh where this pursuit began. Even after all these centuries, the sight of too-crowded streets gives me pause, making me uncomfortable. Knowing that the witch is somewhere below, I can feel that the conclusion of this endless hunt is near at hand.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Benjamin in Blunderland - Part 2
As No Name led Benjamin into the bootcamp area, Benjamin couldn’t help but take it all in. The bootcamp area was quite bizarre, there was an obstacle course but the obstacles were quite colorful and odd, yet still somewhat familiar to something Benjamin would see back home. A clearly cut path to follow along. “C’mon kid! This way!” No Name exclaimed as he hurried Benjamin to the front of the course. “This is the start of the game! The rules are simple. Overcome each obstacle and make sure not to lose your spoon!” No Name explained as he pushed Benjamin from behind his legs, “No time to waste!” Benjamin let out a laugh as he looked at the first obstacle before him. The first obstacle didn’t quite look like an obstacle but rather a path lined by trees. The trees covered the path which seemed relatively short in length. Although Benjamin wasn’t quite familiar with the type of the trees that lined the path, he couldn’t help but look upwards overwhelmed with a sense of joy and excitement. As Benjamin began he couldn’t help but to start skipping wildly down the path, laughing with pure joy with each bound. Without a warning, Benjamin was suddenly snatched from above by a firm hand of what must've been something very strong! Before he knew it, he was somersaulting in the air like a basketball and then caught by another firm, strong hand like the one before and then was somersaulting again! Benjamin was laughing uncontrollably as he went from hand to hand, until he felt the slow descent. It was then Benjamin saw the source of the hands that have been causing his laughter, it was a family of baboons! As his laughter settled Benjamin couldn’t help but smile, and then suddenly remembered about the spoon and checked his pocket where he tucked it away. Relieved when he felt the spoon. The baboons all waved as Benjamin completed the first obstacle of the game. “Wahoo!” No Name appeared at my feet peering with his bright, vivid green eyes “Let’s keep playing!” Benjamin giggled as they moved along to the next obstacle. Benjamin and No Name walked to a white line depicting the start of the second obstacle and Benjamin, still laughing from the baboons, was eager to see what surprises awaited him on this obstacle. Before him there was a purple pond, surrounded by lilies of various colors, and croaking bullfrogs. The pond was wide, and it was clear he had to get across it somehow. Before crossing, Benjamin knelt by the edge of the purple waters, intrigued by its color he submerged his hand and swirled it around, wondering what was beneath. As Benjamin swirled the purple water with his hand, his eye caught a glimmer effect in the water as it swirled around in a weak vortex. Benjamin, although wanting to keep investigating the waters, felt pressed for time to complete the obstacle, and began looking for a canoe or boat of some kind. Now, Benjamin was a weak swimmer, he began to remember vividly how his father “taught” him to swim by throwing him into the pool’s deep end. With no safety, Benjamin remembered how he flailed around thrashing the water and had to fight the urge to go under and give in to the violent, unforgiving nature of the pool. He remembered gasping for air, clenching onto the grass when he finally managed to climb out of the pool. “What’s wrong kid?” No Name asked with concern in his eyes, “It’s nothing…I’m fine.” Benjamin reassured No Name, or so he hoped as he shook the memory free, and found himself frantically looking around. Benjamin closed his eyes, wishing that the canoe would suddenly appear for him to cross the pond. With his eyes shut tight, he heard the water rippling and bubbles bursting at its surface. Benjamin snapped his eyes open, afraid of something emerging from the water, and then suddenly there were giant lily pads scattered around the pond. “How do I get across?” Benjamin asked No Name, who peered confused at Benjamin. “Well you use the lily pads of course!” He said with a laugh, “Follow me!” And with a leap, No Name jumped onto a lily pad and continued jumping as if on trampolines from pad to pad until he was across the vast pond. “Benjamin smiled, relieved he didn’t have to swim across,” “Try not to fall in!” No Name yelled across, as Benjamin took a steady breath, he walked into the purple waters and climbed upon the closest lily pad. He knew he needed momentum, so Benjamin began to jump on the lily pad, where he began jumping higher and higher, until he had enough momentum to reach the next pad, and then the next, until he reached the opposite edge of the pond. “See! You just needed to take a leap of faith!” No Name proclaimed, as he began running towards obstacle three with Benjamin running closely behind feeling a little more confident and accomplished. “Welcome to the third obstacle” “Woah!” Benjamin was taken by awe and amazement of the new obstacle. There were two long, massive hedge walls creating a path that was covered by heavy fog. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Before Benjamin could answer, No Name ran ahead into the hedge lined path. Benjamin was in awe, but felt a sense of dread as he began slowly walking into the foggy hedges. It was hard to see, and the air grew wet and cold. Benjamin began to hear the cracks of twigs and ruffling of leaves as he walked further and further into the fog. He began feeling afraid of what he couldn’t see, “Ohh Benjamin! Where are you?” Benjamin heard the echoes of No Name, but something seemed a little off…his voice was a little too familiar. “C’mon Ben! There’s no point in hiding.” No Names voice began to taper off and Benjamin noticed the infliction of No Names voice, and before he knew it Benjamin found himself running frantically in the fog, suddenly feeling lost. BAM! Benjamin had gone straight into a hedge wall he hadn’t seen from the thickness of the fog. Upon impact, he fell backwards landing awkwardly. “There you are Ben!” Benjamin finally recognized the voice, as it got louder and closer, it was his father! Afraid of being in trouble, or another lashing, Benjamin forced himself to his feet, still a little woozy from the fall and began running, unaware that he was in a hedge lined maze! Benjamin couldn’t help but question if No Name had transformed into something else, or if his father was seeking him from the other world and found this hidden world. But he couldn’t focus on that now, he had to make sure to escape the grasp of his father. How did this world go from silliness to fearfulness?!
By Sibley Shamraabout a year ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Fourteen. Content Warning.
I couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Sage smiled at me, lips pulling back from his almost frighteningly human teeth in the kind of smile I think Shir Khan might have given to Mowgli. Then his eyes closed, smile shifting into something softer, gentler. Like he was an old man listening to classical music and remembering when he was young. Wistful.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Chapters
One Valentine's Day
One day, Maya went to her college to collect her school leaving certificate. As she walked down the familiar path, her eyes wandered toward the playground. The sudden echoes of Liam’s laughter and his playful jokes filled her mind. It was as if he were still there, just as he had always been, his presence lingering in every corner.
By verse voyagerabout a year ago in Chapters
