Fiction
The Promise of Forever
Emma's life was a canvas, each day a stroke of color on the vast expanse of her existence. She found solace in the bristles of her brushes, the palette of hues that spoke more than words ever could. Her art was her refuge, her silent confidant in the bustling city that never slept.
By Kenneth Atobrah - Kyerehabout a year ago in Chapters
The Bosses Pretend Bride
A few days went by, and finally, when Rory woke, she was weak and tired, so Jason knew he would have to wait a little while longer. The staff kept him up-to-date on her progress. Once, Mrs. Thorn said that she was well enough for visitors. She informed Jason that Doctor Abrams had come to check on her again and gave her the okay to be able to start moving about.
By Nalana Phillipsabout a year ago in Chapters
Across the Desert
Chapter 1: The Decision --- A magnificent orange sun went down the small town of San Mateo and the light shadow took the place of the sun at the dusty streets. Children played with barefoot on the dirt, their shrill laughter resonating off the adobe walls of the simple houses. Women held in small groups and were talking with each other while preparing the evening meal, while on the other hand, men had just returned from the fields, their faces beaten by the sun and by the years of hard work. Life in San Mateo was not easy and the villagers had no other options. For many, the idea of leaving was out of the question. But for Juan and Maria Alvarez, hanging back had become something unbearable
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in Chapters
Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 4: LAK The temple’s double doors, large enough for a parade of howdah-adorned gharjja elephants to enter, opened like broken jaws and groaned upon exhale. The teakwood, plated in etched gold, depicted the sun god, Phra Athit, ascending heavenward on the backs of turtles amid a fanfare of fairies and sprites. A pair of fang-bared, monkey head-shaped silver pulls growled guard as bodies swathed in silks and sweat spilled out in a rainbow waterfall. Wat Phra Athit sat center on the palace grounds like an old, reposed god after a deep lament, gilded robes still glowing under the sun but draping only withered, shadowy arms whose reach had long receded into myth. Phra Ayuttia had constructed the temple before the monkeys had retreated to the northern forests, with seven spires as symbols of hope for the seven new nations rising from the foam of the Blue Samudra. As Ram exited the temple dedicated to the Siandali god of the sun, the Kandali ten-petaled Manipura blazoned above the doors quietly wept shame and sadness, misting the congregation in a yawning hunger. Only Ram, and Seeda, felt the pain.
By Jeffrey Scottabout a year ago in Chapters
Don't Leave Me Hanging. Content Warning.
Lord, I prayed, please protect my girls from these evil men chasing us. Don't let Frank take them after I'm gone. Let them live with Gigi. She'll protect them and love them. I'm sorry for all I've done wrong in my life. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive...
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
Caught
Chapter 17: King In Training I sat back in my chair at my Father's old desk. I sighed and rolled my neck. I've been at this since six in the morning. Mom walked me through everything. She stayed and explained what the papers were. Some were estates that need to be signed off. Buisnesses that need my approval. She told met no to read through all of them. If I were to do that then, I would be spending all day in the study.
By Michelle Hillabout a year ago in Chapters
