Adventure
The Song of a Dying Star
Alexa wasn't built for heroism. With her perpetually oil-streaked overalls and a mop of unruly brown hair that defied all attempts at taming, she was more comfortable tinkering with salvaged tech in her garage workshop than navigating the social minefields of high school. Yet, here she was, hurtling towards the heart of the unknown, cocooned within the cramped confines of a repurposed escape pod.
ANNA CORALPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionElectric Magic Rising.
In the core of Elaria, where the old oaks murmured mysteries to the people who thought for even a second to tune in, a legend discussed an extraordinary power flowing through the land — an enchantment got from power, a power both dreaded and venerated. This power, known as Electromancy, was employed by a picked not many, and among them was a little kid named Liora.
borsha afrin30Published about 3 hours ago in Fictionthe sad cloudy bird.
In the ethereal domain of Glow, where mists murmured mysteries of the skies and painted dusks with tones of dreams, carried on with a herd of birds dissimilar to some other. These were the Shady Birds, creatures of fog and fume, fragile as morning dew yet having the effortlessness and opportunity of their natural partners. Their plumes sparkled with the radiance of the sun, and around evening time, they gleamed delicately under the vigilant look of the moon.
borsha afrin30Published about 3 hours ago in FictionThe battle on the high seas
The Battle on the Tall Swell The sun had reasonable begun to dive underneath the horizon, casting a brilliant orange tone over the huge locale of the ocean. The sensitive swells lapped against the sides of the transport, making a lyrical tune that assured both riddle and hassle. Onboard, twelve- time-old Max looked out at the interminable waters, his heart beating with vehemence and a suggest of fear. He may scarcely admit that he — an standard boy from a small city — had set up himself in the center of the most vital involvement of his life. But as the stars begun to appear up, twinkling like gems in the sky, Max had no study that the honest to virtuousness hassle was around to begin a battle not at all like any other, with the predetermination of further than reasonable the transport at stake. Essential Content The evening was calm, about as well calm for the group of the starship * Aliyan Voyager *. Captain Zara, a altitudinous and lively colonist with eyes that showed up to see past the horizon, stood at the steerage with a see of evidence. She ’d been foreknowing bother ever since they set passage in see of the ancient treasure illustration. The swell around the Bermuda Triangle were known for further than reasonable riddle; they were said to be the space of rovers — both mortal and else. Max, running behind the captain, may feel the imperativeness in the examine move. He was n’t reasonable an bystander; he was an irreplaceably parcel of the group. Since he'd strangely set up himself on this amenability after a unusual involvement with a foamy layout in his capacity room, he'd created to feel at ménage in the company of the gutsy and different group. Each portion had a curiously commitment, and Max had snappily illustrated himself as an suitable deckhand, important to the dumbfound of everyone, checking himself. “ Max, keep a post from the crow’s nest, ” asked Captain Zara. “ We ’re cruising into parlous waters. ” Max signaled , rushing up the altitudinous shaft with the adroitness of a squirrel. From his perch, he saw everything — the easily everlasting ocean, the to start with stars of the evening, and at that point, a shadow on the horizon. It was a expedite, but not reasonable any amenability; it was the stressed * Sea Serpent *, piloted by Captain Mordecai and his band of spooky rovers. “ Captain Zara! Adversary velocity drawing near from the starboard side! ” Max cried down, his voice filled with urgency. The bunch sprang into movement. Cannons were arranged, brands unsheathed, and an talk about of tense desire filled the transport. Captain Zara woofed orders, her voice cutting through the rising wind. “ All hands on sundeck! Arrange for battle! ” The * Sea Serpent * drew closer, revealing its gather of terrible pillagers, their eyes sparkling with an spooky light. At their rudder stood Captain Mordecai, his spooky figure oozing a sense of fear. The nebulous vision boat’s cannons thundered, transferring ruddy hot shots towards the * Aliyan Voyager *. Max’s heart hustled as he watched the to start with load cover. He allowed
vinoth kumarPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionThe Mysterious Stranger
The Mysterious Stranger As the sun set over the small town of Ravenswood, a mysterious stranger arrived, shrouded in secrecy. No one knew where he came from, but his presence was met with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He was tall, with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair, and wore a long, black coat that billowed behind him like a dark cloud.
The Regenade
In the heart of the dense jungle, hidden from the prying eyes of treasure hunters and adventurers, lay the Lost City of Eldarado. For centuries, its existence had been a mere whisper, a legend passed down through generations of indigenous tribes. They spoke of a place where gold and precious gems flowed like rivers, where the buildings shone like the sun, and where the gods themselves had once walked among mortals.
The Quantum Code
The Quantum Code Dr. Sophia Patel, a brilliant physicist, had spent her entire career studying the mysteries of quantum mechanics. She was determined to unlock the secrets of the universe, and her latest research project was her most ambitious yet.
The Memory Weaver
The Memory Weaver In the small town of Remembrance, nestled in the heart of the mystical forest, a legendary weaver named Ava possessed an extraordinary gift. She could weave memories into fabric, crafting tapestries that held the essence of a person's most treasured moments.
Wyatt and Jesse
In the vast expanse of the Texan plains, where the sky stretches endlessly and the winds whisper secrets through the rugged canyons, there lived two best friends, Wyatt and Jesse. They were more than just friends; they were brothers of the soul, bound by a love for adventure, freedom, and the open range.
Ekombe hauPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionStranger in Town
He suddenly showed up in seventh period class. To this day, I don't remember what teacher or what subject, but oh I can tell you every curve of his face, his shadowed cheeks, his dark hair that flopped over one eye and made me want to run my fingers through it.
Meredith HarmonPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionThe Muse's Call
In the quiet corner of a bustling bookstore, nestled between towering shelves of leather-bound tomes and rows of colourful paperbacks, there sat a young woman named Emily. With a worn notebook resting on her lap and a pen clutched in her hand, she gazed out the window at the rain-soaked streets beyond, lost in thought as she searched for inspiration amidst the thrum of the city.
Michael smithPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionSolitude's Howl
In the heart of the dense forest, where ancient trees intertwined their branches like old friends holding hands, there lived a solitary white wolf. His name was Aeron, a creature of unmatched beauty with fur as pure as freshly fallen snow. Yet, his beauty was veiled by an aura of loneliness that lingered around him like a haunting melody.
Ekombe hauPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction