Fiction
The Ink of the Void
The rain in Glenhaven didn’t just fall; it wept. It was a thick, shimmering precipitation that tasted faintly of ozone and old regrets. I watched it from my office window, the neon sign of the Wyvern’s Tail Tavern across the street flickering in a rhythmic, sickly purple. Every time the light hit a puddle, it sent a ripple of violet through the grime of the street. It was the kind of city where even the puddles felt like they were hiding something.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a month ago in Chapters
Chapter ? - Charles (Anne)
There it was. He was trembling with fear at what he might find inside. The sun was beginning to set, and he didn’t see the telltale glow of candles in any of the windows — but then again, if they were smart, there wouldn’t be. And he knew without a doubt that Anne was smart. Charles also saw that the windows looked intact, and with the curtains closed he could make out that someone had screwed plywood up against them as well. Smart.
By Chris Santiagoabout a month ago in Chapters
Chapter 3 - Charles
As his truck lumbered down the gravel path, Charles watched the home he’d shared with Katherine for over a decade dwindle in the rearview mirror, swallowed quickly by the pines and other trees that enveloped the winding path leading down the mountain and away from their secluded sanctuary. As he rumbled down the glorified driveway, he could hear the sounds of work echoing through the forest surrounding their mountaintop home.
By Chris Santiagoabout a month ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 18 - Others
When Theo opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a speckled white drop-ceiling. The air smelled strange: a mixture of strong chemical cleaners, layered on top of the faint yet distinct odors of blood and human excrement. A soft, incessant beeping to his left broke the shaky hold that sleep still had on him, drawing his attention to the source: a sturdy, chrome pole, with a clear plastic bag of fluid hanging off it. The latter of which was connected to his arm via the thinnest tube.
By Natalie Grayabout a month ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter X
When it became too much all Mal could do was retreat from the world, despite his high position within the commune. He could no longer cast his thoughts onto all that was beautiful, nor observe the darkness and all its frightful potential. No. He could only be.
By Andrei Babaninabout a month ago in Chapters
Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
Captain Swirski walks in the shadow of his ship, the ORP Dragoon, the one hundred and thirty-six meter, fastest-built destroyer of the southern hemisphere’s navy with a top speed of 30 knots. It is propelled by six Yarrow-type water-tube boilers, geared steam turbines, and two shafts, and it is armed with six Mk XII guns, two Mk V AA guns, and twelve torpedo launchers.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a month ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster?
~ Matt's POV No. It can't be. Z...They can't be dead. Ed unleashed a gut wrenching sorrowful roar. Pain gripped my heart as a saying mum would say came to mind 'In the shelter of each other, people survive'. If only I had tears to shed in this moment.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a month ago in Chapters
