Adventure

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Merlina Azazel = Eris Charon Styxe = Charon Vincent Grimm = Stolas It was a night like any other as Vincent Grimm locked up shop and prepared himself for another lonely night. The city was large and his business did well, but he found himself alone every night. It was strange that he was so financially successful and yet could not find a suitable partner. At least that's the way it was in his mind. He ran a successful book store and would often spend his lonely nights reading or learning how to practice cartomancy in his one bedroom apartment. It had been so long since anyone had come over that the dishes seemed to just pile up. He'd get to them on Sundays when the shop was closed. He opened his laptop and noticed a forum. Rakuhana it was called. It was for a game called Endless Online. He pondered if he should make an account for said game. He setup the gaming account for it and named his character Stolas. As soon as he logged in he went onto something called global chat to see what everyone else was saying about the game. Right when he clicked onto it he found himself looking at a female character commenting named Eris.
By Eris Willow2 months ago in Fiction
The Bed That Remembered Every Night 🛏
🛏 The Bed That Remembered Every Night The bed stood in the center of the room like it always had. Its wooden frame was slightly worn at the edges, smoothed by years of hands resting there, by blankets being tucked in, by bodies learning where comfort lived. The headboard held faint scratches no one remembered making. The mattress dipped gently on the left side, as if someone still slept there.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan2 months ago in Fiction
📦 The Box That Was Never Opened
The box sat at the back of the closet, untouched for nearly thirty years. It was not large. Not small either. Just an ordinary cardboard box, its corners softened by time, its surface marked with faint fingerprints and a single strip of yellowing tape. On the side, written in careful handwriting, was a name:
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Window Seven
Every night at exactly 9:17 p.m., a single window lit up on the seventh floor of the Alderstone Apartments. No one knew why.
By Yasir khan2 months ago in Fiction
Thriller Red
It’s dark. Zarodie couldn’t see anything. She gingerly moved forward extending her arms as barriers so her body wouldn’t hit anything.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction
The Lights Delay
The office uses motion-sensor lights. They’re supposed to save money. They’re supposed to make late shifts feel less lonely—rows of cubicles blooming with white light as you walk past, proof that the building sees you.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Day 12: Something Is Writing Back
Day 1 I woke up on a carpet that smelled like old paper and damp electricity. Yellow walls. Buzzing lights. No windows. No doors that led anywhere meaningful.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Light Starvation
FIELD NOTES — UNDATED I don’t know when I got here. Time doesn’t behave normally. My watch stopped on entry. My phone battery died before I thought to conserve it. The lights, though—those I can measure.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Footsteps
RECOVERY LOG — AUTHOR UNKNOWN I don’t know who will read this. I don’t know if anyone will. I’m writing because writing fixes things in place. It gives the room's edges.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
A Practical Guide to Working Things Out When Time Refuses to Cooperate
Preface: On the Nature of the Problem Therefore, since I cannot control time, I need to work it out. This manual exists because something already went wrong.
By Dagmar Goeschick2 months ago in Fiction