Adventure

The Letters That Arrived Too Late
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday morning, sealed in blue wax and addressed in handwriting that Emma instantly recognized.
By Asghar ali awanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot Tomorrow
The town of Bellmere had one strange rule: no one talked about tomorrow. At first, Maya thought it was a joke. She had arrived in Bellmere on a rainy evening, her car breaking down just beyond the town sign. The sign itself was old and rusted, with faded letters that read: Welcome to Bellmere. Nothing unusual until she asked the mechanic when her car would be ready.
By Asghar ali awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Immortal? To Hell!
”Where am I?” Putin asked, feeling out his face. The words came out garbled, splatting blood all over his hands. “Hell!” someone boomed.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
Broken Safe Haven - Chapter 3
Previous Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Jordan rushed into the training room, an old basketball gym now a labyrinth of training mats, punching bags, and blunted weapons. The musk of sweaty bodies and athletic clothes their owners neglected to wash hung in the warm air. Jordan’s boots thumped against the wooden flooring as he stomped across the room.
By Eric Boringabout a month ago in Fiction
🌅 The Future They Blessed Each Other For
They didn’t plan to meet that morning. Life had simply nudged them into the same place, at the same hour, under a sky just beginning to glow with color. The café sat at the edge of the old harbor, windows wide open to let in the smell of salt and early sunlight. It was the kind of place people came to when they needed quiet more than company.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
Wild Princes
Cleo was not having a good day. She was having the worst day she’d had since she left Ceres, and that was really saying something since every single day on the dwarf planet was basically a prison sentence.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
The "Amazing" Digital Circus
If you’ve spent any significant amount of time on the internet recently, you’ve probably seen her: a small, wide-eyed jester character looking like she’s on the verge of a total nervous breakdown. That’s Pomni, the reluctant star of The Amazing Digital Circus, a pilot episode that didn’t just go viral—it exploded, racking up hundreds of millions of views and proving that indie animation is currently eating Hollywood’s lunch.
By Teodor Monescuabout a month ago in Fiction
The House With Two Halves
CHAPTER ONE Torsten sat in the window seat in his bedroom. Half of the stained glass window was flung open, and sitting so near the window, he gave the whole court something to see. His beauty was rare and rich, as he was the youngest son of the King and Queen. He was a prince. However, he had a very different fate from the other princes of the kingdom.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Day Everyone Stopped Looking at the Sky
On the morning the sky changed, no one noticed. Cars moved through traffic like obedient insects. Coffee cups steamed in bored hands. Notifications buzzed, chimed, and blinked like impatient fireflies demanding attention. Heads were bowed—not in prayer, not in reflection, but in devotion to glowing screens.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Love That Changed Shape 🌿
At first, it looked like the end. That was how people would have described it if they had seen them that morning—two people standing too far apart for a goodbye that used to be easy, holding silence where affection once lived. But love, as it turns out, doesn’t always disappear when it stops looking familiar. Sometimes it simply changes shape.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The devolution of the genteel ideal into a glorification of drunkenness🥂
In Primshire, the inhabitants prided themselves on their genteel manners and dignified demeanor. Tea parties, poetry recitations, and ballroom dances were the lifeblood of social gatherings. The Primshire gentry held their heads high, for they were the epitome of refinement and decorum.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Fiction