Fiction
The Wise Old Tree
Once upon a time, in a dense and enchanting forest, there stood a wise old tree named Elderwood. Elderwood had witnessed the passing of countless seasons, and its branches had provided shade and shelter for various creatures over the years. One sunny day, a curious and ambitious young squirrel named Nutmeg approached Elderwood.
By Natesh Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
Endless Day
Envision a reality where time sheds its conventional constraints, leaving behind the structured measurement of days, hours, and minutes to fade into obscurity. In this eternal today, aging becomes a distant notion, seasons remain frozen, and the relentless ticking of the clock comes to a complete halt. The constraints that bind us to the passage of time dissolve, ushering in a realm of limitless opportunities.
By Abdallah Daud2 years ago in Chapters
The Archive: Part One
Above the hearth, the greatest treasure ever pulled from the Archive hung in pride of place over the mantle piece. With intricate golden scrollwork running up the edges, its silver face gleamed in the semi-darkness of the empty bar room. On either side, despite their cost and history, the twin sabers from the Peninsula War paled in comparison.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
New Pangean Shift
"As you can clearly see by studying the map of present-day continents before the Carboniferous-Jurassic period Pangea from 336-175 million BC, each land mass fits together like a perfectly assembled puzzle," I explained to the handful of students assembled in the cavernous auditorium.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Entity Slayer
The two melanated small-statured women walked into the bar, and as heads turned, they looked ahead. The now, twenty-year-old Roya’Tea (Roya) Reign, walked up to the bartender and ordered a Pink Panties Martini, a code word for Elf’s Blood a tonic used for speaking to the Ancestors. Tika stood beside Roya with her back to the bar as she kept her eyes out for the shapeshifters, The Legion, that had been tailing them for the past five miles. “Ma, you sure this is going to help” Roya inquired as the bartender fixed the tonic. Tika knew there was nothing she could say to Roya right now that would calm her, so she did what she knew best, and just smiled.
By Anna Nikki Douglas, Ph.D2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 301-310 Discovering a haven in the midst of chaos, we fought fiercely to establish our sanctuary, a place we dared to call home. However, the illusion of safety shattered when the town uncovered my deception about my identity. In this new world, honesty became a non-negotiable virtue. Consequently, the town council discreetly requested my departure. I chose not to disclose this to Alexis, Lilith, Annie, Meg, or Robby, understanding that they would willingly accompany me, jeopardizing their safety. Every action I had taken thus far aimed to safeguard them.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
The Astonishing Origins of 6 Common Compound Words
Most compound words work just fine separately or together: Friends of both Hay and Stack might enjoy watching the football game with Hay one day, attending Stack’s book club meeting the next, and going to the joint Haystack karaoke gathering the following night. Just as acquaintances of Shoe and Lace are used to seeing them out and about on their own, or chatting with the pair of them at the Shoelace key party in Santa Cruz. Ugh, why the hell did I make them swingers?! That was an insane choice! I knew this metaphor was a bad idea.
By Rakesh Toshniwal `2 years ago in Chapters
To Tell Or Not To Tell
I first wrote this novella in five parts for the Confessions community where it did not get a lot of reads. I was hoping it would do better in the Chapters community so I had it moved here. And now I am creating an index story so that all the parts can be accessed in one place.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter Three.
I slam my fist on the briefing room table, rattling the stale coffee cups and pastry crumbs littering its surface. This ragged bunch of misfits in rumpled dress blues is my so-called task force - assembled to share intel and finally solve the Nyx Vesperra case that has cast its dark shadow over my career for almost two decades.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Violent - Chapter 1
The tops of tall buildings could be seen over the small roofs of the ones that surrounded the little alley Roger called home. Some of those buildings far off scraped the sky, down here in the alley and the street it led to, they were never given much thought. The people living down here preferred to stare up at the sky. Do they look at the clouds? Enjoy the blue or the warmth of the sun? Why look up at something so far gone you cannot hope to reach? Well, if that’s what people thought of these sky-gazers. Then, the same question can be asked about staring at those buildings in the city. Why look at the tall buildings? At the skyscrapers? When those here had as much chance of being accepted in those buildings as being up in the sky.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
