Fantasy
Titan's Daughter
Previous Chapter 12 hours ago: Persephone slammed the bathroom door with a force that startled a girl who had just exited. Thick chunks of crimson sauce dripped down her face, and a chaotic tangle of spaghetti strands cascaded onto her yellow flowery dress.
By William Saint Val11 months ago in Chapters
Last of the Mastiff Riders, Part 1
The air hung heavy with an undercurrent of tension and whispered conversations, muffled by the sounds of mugs hitting the table and cards shuffling. The dimly lit tavern exuded an air of secrecy and clandestine activity. Shadows clung to every corner, obscuring the faces of those seeking refuge within its walls. The flickering candlelight cast eerie silhouettes, emphasizing the covert nature of the establishment. The scent of stale smoke mingled with the aroma of strong spirits, creating an atmosphere both intoxicating and dangerous. The bar, scarred by countless brawls, bore witness to the tales of outlaws and renegades who sought solace within this haven of lawlessness. The walls, devoid of any decorative embellishments, stood as silent witnesses to the hidden truths and concealed identities that frequented the tavern. Time seemed to stand still within its walls, as fugitives from justice found temporary respite, plotting their next moves and exchanging furtive glances. In this unregulated den of rebels, the rules were forged anew, and alliances were formed in whispers. The dim light served not only to create an atmosphere of seclusion, but also to shield the patrons from prying eyes. This was a place where outlaws sought sanctuary, where they could temporarily shed their wanted status and find some sense of solace amidst a community of like-minded individuals
By Michael Bivens11 months ago in Chapters
Those Who Get Younger - Chapter One
I’ve known Bill all my life. Although he’s not well educated, he’s the most intelligent person I’ve ever met. But he was at his brightest when he was just a small boy, and has been getting gradually less bright all his life. But that’s not how he sees it. Bill is one of those who get younger.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling11 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: New Moon
(In which our new lunar explorer starts to experience all the Moon has to offer.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: Although the Moon is very old, in a way it was very new to me - or I was new to it! At times I felt as if I was in some kind of funny, dark, grey, almost shiny junk yard, but without the junk, (most of the time), where I weighed practically nothing and could almost float: but if I jumped up I would always come down again - rather slowly! Sometimes I was exhilarated to think I was in space and on the Moon, and sometimes almost a little gloomy - I think because there wasn’t much colour on the Moon’s surface, and the sky was always black and almost always without visible stars! Fortunately, most buildings we went into must have been designed with this lack of Moon colour in mind, because I saw colour everywhere in most of them, and I found this rather cheering.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling11 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: To The Moon
(In which Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad reaches that nearby, silvery, heavenly body.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: We were going down, not up, after leaving L1, even though we hadn’t changed direction, because we were now under the influence of the Moon’s gravity, rather than the Earth’s - so gravity was pulling everything towards the Moon, instead of towards the Earth, (as it had previously been doing up until we got to L1). The seats had now swivelled 180 degrees to how they had been before, unless passengers had clicked them in a fixed position - in which case they could have suddenly found themselves sitting upside down!
By Nicholas Edward Earthling11 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: The Bridge Itself
(In which Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad recounts what he recalls of that great, great, great, great, great, great piece of infrastructure he once traversed, so very, very, very, very, very, very long ago - and tells of an averted disaster.)
By Nicholas Edward Earthling11 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: Proloque
(In which a very, very, very, very, very, very old, but sometime wily ancestor, introduces the subject, and tells his much, much, much, much, much, much younger and trusting descendant, of the complications - as he (mis?)understands them - associated with building a bridge to the Moon.)
By Nicholas Edward Earthling11 months ago in Chapters
Element Inheritance
Home life sucks ass because when my parents aren’t passed out on the couch drunk, they’re having sex stoned out of their minds; and no one wants to see that shit. As soon as I spot sunlight, I smell-test my shirt, grab my black leather jacket, and stuff a pack of cigs in my pocket. Fuck being quiet. My parents won’t notice me leaving as the door slams behind me.
By Ms. Lou Who11 months ago in Chapters