Adventure
Would you kill Hitler?. Content Warning.
That is the question often asked in drunk company. Would you kill Hitler if you could go back in time? You won't usually find any disagreement when somebody answers yes. However, there was a major problem in my case. I was the only one sober so I started thinking. The fact that I'm also a bit autistic didn't do me any favours here, because I was about to lay down one of the coldest explanations ever. As you would have guessed by now, I said "no"… All the faces turned pale in disbelief, the shock on their face is hard to describe in words even for a senior writer. I quickly realised the situation could escalate if I don't clarify my answer fast. What did I drag myself into? I wasn't even invited to this party to begin with. By now I'm really wishing I could go back in time and give a different answer… It's too late for that. I have to embrace the reality now.
By Big Nose Parodya day ago in Fiction
The fall of Sultan jazaar's rule Kingdom of Pate.
Kingdom of Pate the sun rises well and the young wind blows from work to the east, in the distance fishermen are seen entering the sea in preparation for the catch of the day while every citizen is running in preparation to build the kingdom, in the Kingdom of Pate, which had a lot of grace and glory, there lived a powerful and wise sultan known as Sultan Jazaar. Sultan Jazaar had one big dream in his life: to have a son who would inherit him and continue his royal line. However, fate did not go as he expected.
By Issa Betsungua day ago in Fiction
A Lost Child in Metro. AI-Generated.
.** Eight-year-old Aiden clutched his mother's hand as they navigated the bustling streets of the city. They were on their way to visit Aiden’s grandmother, a trip they made every few weeks. Today, however, was different. It was Aiden's first time on the metro, and he was brimming with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
By Karl Nicken a day ago in Fiction
Heart of the Emerald Labyrinth. AI-Generated.
Dr. Evelyn Thorne trudged through the emerald labyrinth, her boots sinking into the damp earth. The cacophony of the rainforest – the screech of unseen birds, the incessant drone of insects, the guttural croak of unseen amphibians – pressed in on her, a relentless symphony that had lost its charm years ago.
By Sherif Saada day ago in Fiction
The Nine Brothers and the Celestial Bride
In a time when the world was young and untamed, nine brothers dwelled together, united in kinship and labor. They tilled the fertile earth and hunted the wild beasts, their lives a harmonious blend of toil and camaraderie. Yet, one fateful day, a perplexing mystery befell them. Upon their fields, they toiled by sunlight, only to find their efforts undone by moonlight, as if the earth itself rebelled against their industry.
By Franz·Cabota day ago in Fiction
Raspberry Rose Chapter Three: Areezah Part 2. Content Warning.
Trigger Warnings: This chapter of Raspberry's story features body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, drug and alcohol use, suggestive language, sexual situations involving a fantasy human character of 17 years old, and fantasy-based interpretations of transgender identity and concepts. Nothing in this story is meant to be offensive and the overall message Raspberry means to express is to love and accept yourself, and the world will follow suit. Thank you for reading and, as always, in a cold and dark world, we are each other's warmth and light!
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rifta day ago in Fiction
The King's Sorceress
She stared at the swaying tree line, looking at the world in front of her but not fully seeing it. Her eyes greyed and clouded. She looked up at the moon, bright light shining over the world, and considered the spell within her mind and how it would affect those around her; what would reap of it; who would suffer from it; and how it would help her rid herself of the King and his wants for her body but not her spirit. The Queen wanted her dead. She wanted freedom, and the king lusted after her body. It’s a maddening circle of greed, sex, and cruelty. Her only hope was to have her freedom.
By Alisha Wilkinsa day ago in Fiction
Year of the Hunter
Leonardo.Ai Sixty-one-year-old Piper's hair was heavily streaked with gray, which made her pistachio-green eyes stand out more. She had lived in a tiny Alaskan village northeast of Anchorage her entire life. It was remote and accessible only by snowmobile or plane (weather permitting) in the winter. Most residents were subsistence hunters, supplementing with salmon and wildfowl; gardens were abundant with the long days of summer, producing enormous cabbage, lovely potatoes, bean crops, and a wide variety of berries. Some still worked the Alaska Pipeline on a rotating schedule: one week on and one off of the North Slope. Others, like Piper's father, were employed by the Alaska Railroad.
By Andrea Corwin 2 days ago in Fiction