She was forged in ritual, armored in silence, and trained to kill what blooms. > > But now she picks flowers. > > The demon knight walks again.

A crack in the wall widens overnight, exhaling petals and memories that aren’t yours. When something small and hungry slips through, you realize the wall isn’t just breaking — it’s waking up.

Future injuries promised after feelings hurt from losing games like pink elephants where we threw a ball at each others asses and you are out if it hits you as you are posted on the wall, or red Rover when we run through each others arms and break through or break one to get to the other side.

The Deadstream never froze—not in the harshest winters, not when the rest of Morrestown lay silent beneath ice and snow. Its black water slid slowly through the reeds, breathing fog into the trees like a living thing. Locals said the swamp remembered every name ever whispered at its edge. And sometimes, when the mist grew thick and the world went quiet, it whispered those names back

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Liorah was bred for survival, not belonging. As a scout for a drifting colony ship, she walks worlds before anyone else is allowed to touch them - cataloging life, danger, and the quiet ways planets resist being claimed.

This note offers an exclusive glimpse into the birth of the Celestine Dragons of Mythrendar™️and the darkness from which they were born.

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A young man finds himself being chased by a beast. After falling and fearing for what remained of his life, a hunter appears to save the day...or night.

A singed dwarf emerges from the catacombs with news of widening cracks that breathe smoke and flame. Valdis’ cursed sword pulses with hunger. Persephone’s roots twitch with underworld winds. And Medusa’s snakes recoil as the sky darkens unnaturally fast. Something ancient is waking beneath them—older than gods, hungrier than death, and no longer content to stay buried.

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This story is about lover m*rderers in England. They did horrific things to teens and kids for a period of time. When they got caught they did life.

This is the first chapter of my book. I hope you enjoy. In this chapter, Leir finds himself entangled in a destiny beyond his awareness.

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Well, the Elders Council found out about his little.... problem... but things will be alright. Won't they?

The Late-Night Call is a heartfelt romance about how one unexpected phone call in the middle of the night changes two lives forever. The story follows Maya, who answers a call from a stranger named Eli—a call she almost ignores. What begins as accidental late-night conversations slowly turns into a deep emotional connection. Through honest talks, shared pain, distance, fear, and healing, they learn to trust again after past heartbreaks. The story shows how love can grow in quiet moments, how connection can form before faces are ever seen, and how choosing communication over silence can turn something fragile into something lasting. At its core, The Late-Night Call is about taking chances, letting your guard down, and discovering that sometimes the love meant for you arrives when the world is quiet enough to listen.

Deep beneath the earth, a restless dwarf counts cracks in the catacomb ceiling, unaware that something ancient is waking below her. Far above, Persephone destroys flowers out of sheer frustration while Medusa scolds her for sulking, and a demon knight sharpens her cursed blade to the rhythm of dungeon screams. Their worlds collide when the dwarf suddenly emerges from the depths—singed, eyebrow‑less, and carrying news of widening fissures that breathe sulfur and flame. As the ground trembles and a distant cliff collapses, the unlikely quartet realizes they’re standing on the edge of something older, hungrier, and far more dangerous than any of them expected. ---

Kerosene Bay is a city that refuses to die quietly. It festers, leaks, and keeps moving out of spite, dragging everyone inside it along for the ride. This story drops you into that slow collapse and lets you watch it from the gutter up—through broken friendships, bad love, late-night decisions, and the kind of humor people use when hope feels irresponsible. These pages aren’t about heroes or clean redemption arcs. They’re about survival, identity, and the lies people tell themselves to make it through another night. The work unfolds raw and unfiltered, showing the process as much as the product: unfinished moments, sharp dialogue, and scenes that feel uncomfortably real because they are. If you’ve ever loved a place that hurt you, laughed when you shouldn’t have, or stayed up too late chasing something you couldn’t name, this is for you. Step inside. The lights are still on—for now.

Kano put a hand over his face, nursing a post drinkage headache that was beginning to form. Eidothea stood away from him, her back turned and her arms crossed. Carry however stood looking at both of them, feeling sorry she had caused such grief. New free will and consciousness aside, she was meant to help the captain. And instead she had potentially ruined the mission, though she hoped she could find a way to get them back on track. “Perhaps we could just look around for a force powerful enough to correct this error. There's bound to be a bright enough mind around that would know of a way to accomplish such a task.” She said finally, breaking the pair of clones moment of silence.