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Velwyn Nights Chapter 2: Feverroot and Flame
eromance
May 01, 2025
Ronan didn’t return the next night. He returned that morning, before the sun had fully risen, as though sleep itself had rejected him. The forest accepted him again—too easily, he …
A Day in the Life
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
It used to be that Marta’s mornings began with the sound of the rooster crowing, just as the first light of dawn broke over the mountainside. She would rise from …
The Great Egg Panic
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
In the year 2147, the world was powered by AI—smart cities, smart cars, smart homes, smart everything. Humanity had long since delegated even the most mundane tasks to machines. No …
Between Floors
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime. Lisa exhaled sharply, wiping a tear before it could smudge her mascara. She had just ended things with Jake, and her …
Tongue of the Earth
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
The policeman’s hand hovered near his holster. “I said, step back.” Jahan stood his ground, his breath ragged but steady. The midday sun bore down on the cracked pavement between …
Library Grand Re-Opening Disaster
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
The doors of Oakwood Public Library swung open with the fanfare of a grand unveiling—at least, that’s how Marcy, the library director, had envisioned it. She had spent weeks planning …
The Line in the Sand
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Leila sat at her father’s kitchen table, the faint smell of tobacco clinging to the curtains. The radio hummed with angry voices, a populist politician railing against “elitist climate agendas.” …
The Last Scroll
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
The screen froze mid-swipe. “Error 403: Service Unavailable.” I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen, waiting for TikTok to snap back to life. But it didn’t. …
Achey Breaky Union
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
Billy Ray Cyrus strummed his guitar, the chords of Achy Breaky Heart echoing through the grand hall of the Liberty Ball. Beneath the gilded chandeliers, a sea of tuxedos and …
The Key to Everything
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The dining table was a battlefield, strewn with papers, teacups, and the sharp edges of words. “It’s mine by right!” Reza slammed his hand on the table, his face red. …