Short Story
The dog waited for the master who never returned.
In a little town between hills and pines, there lived a dog named Max. Max was not just any dog; he was known throughout the neighborhood for his loyalty and gentle nature. His days were spent chasing butterflies in the meadow, greeting passersby with a wagging tail, and most importantly, eagerly awaiting the return of his beloved master, Mr. Thompson.
By Ekombe hau4 days 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 Rift4 days ago in Fiction
Glass House
“Glass House” There is more to a reflection than what can be seen. ~ He wanted to hate her because she was human. His lust drove him to stay seated. The life’s fire was dying inside of her, as she continued to dance with her partner. Her heels had a silent echoing tap that would have matched his heart if it were still beating within him. Her eyes held passion and fire that none could compare to. He could feel the beat of her dance vibrating through his bones.
By Alisha Wilkins4 days 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 Wilkins4 days ago in Fiction