Saga
Glass Winter | Ch. II
Sevt heard a stream in his sleep. He smelled grass. The trees rustled. A memory came into focus of a long log cabin against a verdant drape from somewhere high above, its door opening onto a small clearing and its creek. Birds flew overhead with their song, and a golden-haired woman watched the water. A child in her arms shared her blue eyes.
By Andrei Babaninabout a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 14: A Bitter Winter Visit
As if Winter wasn't cold enough, Harper's Hill welcomed the new year with a blizzard, unlike any that the town had seen in years. While watching the snow fall outside from inside his home at 54 Pine Way, Raymond Pierce felt grateful. He felt grateful that he wasn't on the streets anymore, and that he didn't have to deal with those conditions. He felt grateful that his roommate, Marty, let him borrow his truck so he could drive to work instead of walking.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Man Who Fell from a Plane and Survived
The Man Who Fell from a Plane and Survived: A Story That Amazed the World Surviving a fall from a plane might sound impossible, but some stories defy logic and prove the incredible resilience of the human body. One such tale is about the man who fell from a plane and survived. In this article, we’ll explore the details of his miraculous escape, the science behind his survival, and similar stories that continue to captivate and inspire.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 13: A Seat at the Table. Top Story - January 2025.
Ever since she was a child, Christmas had been Nicole's favourite holiday. She loved the way the snow sparkled, the smell of hot cocoa in the air, and all of the amazing emotions she felt when she spent time with her family.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
Stars and Seas
It was cool on deck, the sun had set and a soft wind from the south blew fitfully across the sails. Rue took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought back on the hundreds of nights she’d spent like this; hanging over a rail, the creaking ship beneath her bare feet, and the stars wheeling overhead.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
