Prologue
Fractured Reality
Dr. Eleanor Harper navigated the hallowed halls of her laboratory, a sanctum pulsating with the energy of scientific revelation. At thirty-five, she carried the weight of intellect in every stride, a woman on the precipice of an uncharted frontier. Raven hair, kissed by strands of silver, framed a face etched with the lines of ceaseless curiosity. A lab coat, stained by the echoes of experimentation, draped over her shoulders, and stylish glasses perched on her nose. Eleanor's quest in neuroscience had birthed the Dreamcatcher, a device poised to redefine humanity's communion with dreams.
By Dominik Szabó7 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: The Broken Soldier. Top Story - November 2023.
The forest path was uneven. He felt every rise and divot in the earth, every loose stone that twisted under his boot. With every step, his leg complained with a bright pinch of pain as if to remind him that he was - in fact - broken. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the walk to the cabin that he was now forced to call home, or the wagon ride through Wolf’s Pass; a jostling, hellish ordeal over the border that made him question his sanity. At least in the wagon he still had his brothers with him.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Chapters
A Match Made Online. Content Warning.
A Match Made Online In the era of swipes and clicks, where digital screens have become the canvas for modern romance, two individuals, Sarah and David, discovered the art of connection in the vast landscape of online dating.
By Rajesh kumar 9 months ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
PROLOGUE "Throned! TV playback...in three...two…ACTION!!" She wore boots with a bikini. The two-piece she slew in. A black Givenchy cut-out set with gold loops showing off thicker curves than some emaciated model lying in the sand. But she wore this to start a war. Her boots, some hi-tech leather pair. Black and polished with floppy strings and rose her toned calves. The shoes weren't meant for running, fleeing from battle if need be. However, she rocked the reckless fashion kill, knowing she would get whacked. Soon as she popped the ops first.
By Terence King10 months ago in Chapters
Violent
It was a sea of red inside his head. Only anger was left to him. Nothing appeased him. Nobody could get to him. He hated it all. This way of living wasn’t for him. There was no use for men like him. No use for somebody that can break and hurt. They wanted innovators, followers, and thinkers. He was nothing but a jumble of pain, power, speed, and violence. His heart burned with a fury; a fury that came to him unbidden. He did not push it away. He liked the way it felt. The way it made his hands tingle and tighten into fists. The way his feet dance and patted on the ground. The way his body tensed up like an animal ready to pounce.
By Francisco Reyes10 months ago in Chapters