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The Guardian
Shadow Beasts, Jikininki, Beast Masters, a Telepathic Dragon, and who knows what else is out there. The Citadel may consider him an adult, but this was a lot for his eighteen-year-old mind to take in. He also didn’t totally trust the Citadel Elders. There was something in Cronos’s body language that betrayed his words. What Alexander needed was to speak with someone from his own community. He needed to speak with Dr. Jason.
By Mark Gagnon3 minutes ago in Fiction
Where Enchantment Begins.
The morning awakens languorously - relaxed and lazy, it yawns languidly. A green symphony accompanied by sunlight dances at the edge of the new day beginning and sunbeams whisper through the stillness of the woodland.
By Novel Allenabout an hour ago in Fiction
Absolute Musings
Birds sing their songs. Snakes hiss as people pass. Dogs speak to each other. Cats play around the trees. Apes seclude themselves in the corner. Monkeys throw their shit towards the dogs. Lizards run on the tree limbs with the cats chasing them. Lions observe their surroundings. Tigers scowl at the lions. All is well at the zoo.
By James Staskusabout an hour ago in Fiction
The House
He awoke tied to a chair. He opened his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the dark. From the musty smell mixed with the scent of death, it wasn't good. Waking up to tied to a chair was already bad enough, but that wasn't the part that made him panic. He looked around the room, realizing that he was in the basement. When he was dragged down there, he briefly remembered how the men laughed when they let his head bang against the stairs going down. He could still feel a slight pain in the back of his head.
By Emy Quinnabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Store Closes at Six
The front door of Sam’s General Store was never locked until six. Not because it had to be—Sam trusted people, mostly—but because everyone knew the rule.
By Algiebaabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Something Is Beginning, I Think
The bus station in Cedar Falls smelled like burnt coffee and wet pavement. Rain had stopped about twenty minutes earlier, leaving the parking lot glazed in a dull silver shine beneath the streetlights. A Greyhound bus idled near the far curb, its engine humming like it had been there forever and might stay forever if no one told it otherwise.
By Algiebaabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Night of The Pandas. Content Warning.
Just an FYI: March 16th is National Panda Day! It began like any other night. My husband, brother, and I took our dogs out for a late-night stroll. They did not like being out around our neighbors or their respective pets, and neither did we, so this routine suited us just fine--anything to maintain the peace.
By Rain Dayzeabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Subterrain
Introduction This wonderfully creepy image is another shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: I thought I saw a tale, there, thinking of Gollum, but much darker.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 3 hours ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umairabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Beyabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
A love I lost
We pour our souls into love only to lose it in the end. Some people are lucky enough to find genuine and real love; sadly, I am not one of them. I find love only to lose it. I found him and lost him. I loved him, then hated him. He made me happy. I thought I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. I thought he was a gift from God. My joy turned into pain. He disappointed me and broke my heart over and over again until I stopped loving him. My happiness came to an end. We broke up eventually. We both stopped fighting for the love we had. Our love was not enough to keep us together.
By Miss Beyabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Boston-Davos Five
The Boston-Davos Five (that's what the five of us call our little mini, unfunded, informal think tank) started meeting once a year after Davos. You know, the international conference on the environment. We were there three years ago, all of us grad students then, and we promised we would work together to make a difference. We aren't idealists, at least not completely. Pete's the most pragmatic, and also the quietest, V-necked sweater, glasses as thick as Coke bottles. He's a biology postdoc at MI-fricking-T.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout 5 hours ago in Fiction