Humor
When the Moon Forgot to Rise
The night the moon forgot to rise, I felt something shift inside me. It sounds dramatic, I know. But sometimes life gives you moments that feel unreal—moments that pull you out of your routine and force you to look at yourself in a way you’ve been avoiding.
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 23
Chapter 23 Before charging forward, Sara spent a moment to fiddle with how the System Notifications were delivered during combat. She figured out how to have the System stop sending her notifications every time she used a skill or ability of what it had costs and what remained.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Sara knelt in the narrow empty tunnel, the only sound her own breathing. She laid her old spear across the stone floor, its familiar weight suddenly feeling inadequate against the unknown threat ahead. Closing her eyes, she pressed her palm to the shaft and whispered the command.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
The Argument of Elements
The Almanac of Greenhaven Farm didn’t just predict the weather; it held court with it. For generations, the Rowan family had followed its cryptic, poetic advice. Its pages, penned by long-gone hands, said things like, “Sow the south field when the willow weeps gold,” or “A quarrel is coming when the crows fly backwards.” The weather it described was less a system and more a living, temperamental entity.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Chatroom 88AE
Mikhail unpackaged the dead server. It was supposed to be a fun salvage job. Just a weekend distraction to pass the time along. Productively. He had bought the dusty black drive from a University auction, the kind of forgotten tech no one bothered to catalogue. Half the lot was junk; cracked monitors, obsolete GPUs, cables that no modern port recognized. But this drive was different. Heavy. Warm. Even before he plugged it in. Like it had been thinking in its sleep.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Sara continued her ever downward trek through tunnels and caverns. Her path was silent, as nothing lived in these tunnels but the Greatworms. And she had not run into a Greatworm in some time. The caverns she had last traveled through looked like a Greatworm had made it’s nest there, but the worm itself was long gone.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
True Peace for Soldiers
Old white men, they were, their bodies a rolling landscape of skin pulled tight and fallen loose. Pockmarked with moles and freckles, splotches of red, white, blue, and green, colors and shapes that hide behind the skin and fat of younger men. When they smiled, their eyes would become lost in the wrinkles and cracks of their brow.
By Devang Vashistha3 months ago in Fiction
