Series
Treaty for Emeralias
The kingdom was in high spirits as everyone celebrated. The party was grand and beautiful, full of charming, rich people and high-class royalty. The proud king sat on his golden throne with the symbol of a golden bull etched into the high back. A large grin spread across his face as he laughed with some other royals who were congratulating him. Few didn’t know about the recent discovery of mines full of some of the finest gold in his region. Many of the guests continued to suck up to the now very rich king in hopes of getting a piece of the action.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Rampage
The Recluse was down. Nautilus was down. Dr. Quick was missing. Foreigner was about to go down. The Creature, seven feet tall and covered in muscle, a big pair of horns on his head, was just finishing beating Foreigner in the face. The monster discarded the hero on the ground. Foreigner should be able to heal from an attack like that, but for whatever reason he wasn’t.
By alan pierce5 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to Evan Wheeler: Madison takes control
Part 3 I don’t think I’ve ever driven so fast in my entire life. I pulled into the driveway, and there was already a car parked. This couldn’t be good. I ran into the house to see Madison sitting alone on the couch.
By Alexus Sylvester5 years ago in Fiction
Illynore: a History
The lush green hills of Illynore, as the story goes, were rolled out of the heavens by Tyche. Their highest peaks represented the land's good fortune, while the lowest valleys paid tribute to the hardships the kingdom was dealt, for fortune is not a one sided coin. Atop the highest point in the land stood Illynore Castle. Illynore Castle had been home to the Great House of Beaumount for generations. The Beaumount family tree was made of royal branches. Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses. A benevolent ruling family who sought the best for their people. They ruled with firm, yet loving grace over the land from Glendyr to the Glades of Skercity.
By Matty James5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 29
It’s been over a week since the last time I saw Millie. And she is the only one I want to see. As if to commemorate this passage of time, a blizzard sets in. For three days, it snows without stopping. With each layer of snow that falls over Canmore, I worry that another trail, another clue, another possibility of hope, is being covered, lost forever to the frozen land. I have received several worried texts from Sasha, wanting to know how I’m holding up and if there’s been any news. I don’t respond. I also have a reply to the email I sent to Jack, in which he demands that I call him. I don’t.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
