Historical Fiction
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the thunder of approaching revolution, but with the raw, untamed energy of temporal displacement. Sparta and Jackson, ripped from the very fabric of their own existence, materialized into the heart of a storm – Philadelphia, ablaze with the fever of nascent rebellion. The city didn't just hum; it throbbed, a living organism pulsing with the clang of reforged metal and the guttural roar of impassioned voices. The acrid bite of coal smoke mingled with the sweet, cloying scent of desperation and the sharp tang of fear, a potent cocktail that saturated every breath.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production
Still coming to terms with relegation fears, Kia Ford courtyard meditated inside the English Premiere Estates, where the bright blue-sky intimidation stare hinted a message. Emerging from an unknown location, the Peacock refilled the cafe cup, keeping the therapeutic atmosphere alive.
By Marc OBrien3 months ago in Chapters
What happens when your past becomes a currency?. AI-Generated.
The first memory Kael ever sold was his seventh birthday. The cake's vanilla scent, his father's laugh, the warm glow of candles—all extracted in a five-minute procedure at the Mnemotek Booth. He walked out with 500 credits and a strange hollow space where the memory used to be. The official report called it "harmless cognitive decluttering."
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Collected Silences
In a forgotten village, a girl named Mira wandered through abandoned houses and gathered silences in glass jars. The silence of a burned-out church. The silence of a letter never sent. The silence of her own heartbeat when she was alone.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
The Man, The Mountain, and The Climb
". . .He keeps climbing because stopping would mean surrendering everything he has built, every promise he swore to keep. The air thins as he ascends, and though he’s given everything—strength, time, conviction—the mountain gives little back. Once, it felt sacred to climb.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Chapters
The Princess Who Spoke to the Wind: The Hidden Truth About Pocahontas
After her death in England, witnesses reported strange occurrences near her grave: gusts of wind that carried whispers in Algonquian, trees bending toward the churchyard, and flowers that bloomed out of season.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
