Fiction
Puss's Boots - Chapter 2
“How truly beautiful she is, Master Cat!” Exclaimed the pleased Master Detective that afternoon as she gazed upon Dione’s likeness. “Why, Cat, if she is half as intelligent and kind as her portrait is handsome, I have half a mind to beg her hand on the very spot of our meeting.”
By Dionearia Redabout a month ago in Chapters
The Gates - Chapter One
The crevice widened into a vast chamber, its silence broken only by the faint hum of a glowing mark etched across an ancient skull. A brilliant blue light pulsed from the bones, shifting like reflections across a subterranean pool.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout a month ago in Chapters
Puss's Boots - Chapter 1
Orlando was barely nineteen when he suddenly found himself the head of his house. He was still more a boy than a man, but, now, he was the sole man left alive in his family. And he had a sister – his youngest sister and twin – who needed him to provide for her. Except that they had nothing; all that they owned had been destroyed in the fire that had claimed the lives of their parents and other siblings. So now Orlando and Dione, the last remaining members of their once large and happy family, sat on what was left of their front steps and tried to determine their next move.
By Dionearia Red2 months ago in Chapters
Corruption, Power, and Global Security Concerns
China’s Military Under Scrutiny: Corruption, Power, and Global Security Concerns China’s military, known as the People’s Liberation Army (PLA), is facing increased attention after reports of investigations into senior officials. According to international media, including reports discussed by security analysts, China has placed high-ranking military figures under investigation as part of its long-running anti-corruption campaign. While China describes these actions as internal discipline, the developments have raised questions about stability, command control, and global security.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Chapters
Burn the world
She screamed. The scene was unfolding, just like every nightmare and she was powerless. Digging her toes into the ground she lunged forward against the hands wrapped around her arms. They broke, or maybe they let go because they knew she was too late. Too late to save him. He broke the clearing and she screamed again. Running as fast as fairy wings could carry her. Jared locked eyes with her and he could see her pleading, “please god no.” But he was steel resolve, all cold, all calculating. They collided as thunder cracked, his arms wrapping around her. Hot lead seared into her side, into her shoulder, crack, crack, crack again. The bullets burnt lines through the air. Her body collapsed. She could feel warm blood spreading down her back. He growled, defiantly gently laying her to the side. He reached his will out toward the thunder and ripped metal and tore flesh. The smell of blood filled him as he reached to the left side. Bullets thundered from the surrounding troops, she watched them hit, hit, hit, hit, 4 maybe 5. He went down on one knee but his will remained unbroken. Soldiers screamed as their weaponry broke, and shrapnel tore flesh and shattered bone. But there were too many. Already the ranks reformed in front of them, the wounded and dying stepped on by the second group. They leveled off weaponry and fired. Jared ripped the right column of men apart, but his body jerked. Even his advanced healing rate could only cover so much damage. Blood was soaking through his shirt.
By Maili Paul2 months ago in Chapters
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 Johnson2 months ago in Chapters
