Adventure
Time Travel
No one knew what condition their families might be in now. Perhaps they had already lost hope of ever seeing them again. Adil and Saleem were close friends, but Adil was different from other children. He often saw strange and vivid dreams, and many of them later seemed to come true. One day, Adil told Saleem seriously, “I saw in my dream that today your cat will get injured.” Saleem laughed it off and replied, “It’s not necessary that every dream you see comes true.” Adil fell silent. His friends never fully believed him. They only said that whatever he dreamed happened by coincidence.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
The Weight of Blood - Part 1/2
“We know it's one of you.” The nameless guard's voice cut through the stale air of the dark cavern seconds after storming into the underground tavern. He wore a traditional black long coat with dark green zigzag patterns running vertically, as was custom for a Solazor Guard, but with three dark brown lapels on his right shoulder marking him as the Captain.
By Liam Stormabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Broke Willowford”
It's currently the summer of 1955 my name is James Hale, I live in the small town of Willowford. I work at my local diner, taking the same customers every day, receiving the same meals and life is good. It feels like every week repeats but nobody questions it, that's just how life is in Willowford. There’s a comfort to the routine, a rhythm to the days that never changes. People wave the same way, smile the same way, live the same way. Maybe that’s why I’ve never questioned it — Willowford feels safe, even when it feels strange.
By Christian Sanchezabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
TCoE: Climb
A scoff erupted from above. "You'll never make it," a man's ragged voice sneered. A twelve-year-old boy with messy dark hair and tan skin pulled his brown eyes from the parchment in his shaking hands. The sharp, resentful words cut his heart, leaving it frozen and gradually draining. The skinny lad was a bit taken aback by the stranger's harshness, but he mentally fought hard to brush it off. After a few moments, the bitter man who taunted the boy removed the hood of his cloak to reveal a scarred face. The man had wrinkly, tanned skin and long, dark hair.
By Mel E. Furnisha day ago in Fiction
