Univocracy Poetry is created mostly for individuals who suffer mental or developmental disabilities, The writer is an Advocate for both and strong empathy for survivors of PTSD

A small band of humans running from find themselves trapped on lake of ice. Unknowingly to them, a monstrous creature of deep is waking up.

A small critter finds itself surrounded by things it doesn't understands, until it's captured by something or someone.

The karaoke bar was a sensory overload. Twinkling Christmas lights were strung across every surface, reflecting off garlands and ornaments that dangled precariously from the ceiling. A small stage at the far end of the room was framed by a glowing arch that spelled out Holiday Hits! in blinking red and green. Juniper stood near the entrance, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Who thought this was a good idea?” she muttered, eyeing the crowd of enthusiastic singers waiting for their turn at the microphone. Eve, standing beside her, snapped a photo of the stage before grinning at Juniper. “Marcus. Your date. Remember?”

The park was a postcard-perfect winter wonderland. Snow blanketed the ground in soft, glittering mounds, and children zipped down the sledding hill, their laughter ringing out over the crisp morning air. Juniper stood at the base of the hill, her gloved hands jammed into her coat pockets, silently cursing whoever invented snow. “I can’t believe I’m working on a Saturday.” Juniper muttered to herself. “You’re glaring at that hill like it personally offended you,” Eve said, appearing at her side with her camera slung around her neck.

The next morning, Juniper sat at her office desk, trying to decide how best to describe the disaster that was her date with Todd without outright calling it a disaster. She typed: “When ‘Tim’—name changed to protect the guilty—suggested an ugly sweater contest as part of our date, I didn’t think much of it.” Juniper leaned back, suppressing a groan. “How do I make this sound charming instead of tragic?” As if on cue, Eve walked in the opening of her cubicle. She was carrying a tote bag that jingled faintly with every step. “Hey,” Eve said. “You look way too serious for someone writing about ugly sweaters.”

The next day, Juniper sat at her desk glaring at her monitor as if sheer willpower could conjure up a legitimate excuse to bail on the assignment. She had just turned in the draft of her first article about the round of speed dating she had endured the night before. *Snowflakes and Soulmates*. Just saying it in her head made her cringe. The problem was that Max wasn’t wrong. These “fluff pieces” performed well, and despite her aspirations for more hard-hitting journalism, Juniper couldn’t deny that her last feel-good feature on therapy dogs had quadrupled the traffic of her investigative report on city zoning laws. She couldn’t fight analytics.

Chapter 2 Into the Unknown In Chapter 2, the contestants are met with their first decision and it must be made as a group. Will they be able to come together before the dimension shakes things up?? Subscribe and cast your votes to help decide their fate!

In Battle for Dream Island: The Lost Realm, the contestants are thrust into a mysterious new dimension by a shadowy figure named Nexus. Promising challenges unlike any before, Nexus reveals the Lost Realm—a world where fears, strengths, and secrets are tested. In Chapter 1, the peaceful world of Goiky is shattered by a vortex that pulls the contestants into this strange realm, setting the stage for an adventure where alliances and choices will shape their fates.

Fiction by Allan J. Bassler. I was thinking about the nature of fate and coincidence when I wrote this story.

A short story by Allan J. Bassler. Horse lovers, please note that this short story is fiction and is intended to honor the animals and the jobs they used to do for humans.

The Frozen Pine Forest | A Pink Necromancer Microfiction | Cozy Fantasy | Gay Romance | Slice of Life

A short story retelling a creative alternate history of one of the world leading brands of handheld flame.

The Black Tower's Frozen Rose Garden | A Pink Necromancer Microfiction | Cozy Fantasy | Slice of Life| Gay Romance

This is the story of a young Arcai faerie named Tifanello. She had a good life; she was the Sovereign of her clan and ruled over it with kindness and compassion, but sadly her clan was attacked by humans looking to exterminate her clan. Tifanello's consort would spare her life by throwing her into the river and soon finds herself under the protection of a dragon lord now that she has lost everything. Tifanello was learning to rebuild her clan, and maybe she'll find comfort with the dragon that saved her.

"Are you looking for personal coverage or for family?" The voice on the phone stated in strict rehearsal. The reply was silent. Earlier that day poor Alice decided to look into health insurance. It would be a mistake that would haunt get throughout the day. One maybe two forms to simply check a quote. Numbers and words displayed on the screen. Much were larger than she could fathom paying.

The idea of godhood has always been interesting to me because it has a myriad of interpretations on how the gods actually work. I can't really think of any stories where you're in the eyes of a god that is just born and how they respond to things. This story is about a newly born god who learns how to manage his world. Quick note: this story is loosely inspired by the Asdivine game series, mainly the first game, and one day I may or may not work on a sequel to this because looking back on it, I really enjoyed writing this.

This story is inspired by the myth of animal brides and humans that can transform into animals when they wear their animal skin. Now, this, from what I recall, is so-so to me, at least. It tells the story of a young boy who discovers his true heritage as the son of the Cobra King and learns how to be a good ruler to his people while dealing with the hatred of humanity that despises his race. It has a good ending and pulls some inspiration from Egypt, but it will eventually spiral into its own story; just give it a minute to cook.

The murder of Adam Revis is a short stories about a man being murdered by his niece and how and why she did it

Chapter 1 of my new story. Feel free to leave comments. We are introduced to our main character, Serakha, and given a glimpse into her life.