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THE LANTERN OF THE LAST SKY
Wind curled like silver ribbons along the cliffs of Asterfall, carrying scents of pine, cold stone, and something older—something the villagers only whispered about when night grew too still. As dawn painted the sky in molten rose, Kael Rowan, apprentice mapmaker, sat on the highest rock ledge with his boots dangling over the abyss.
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
The Kids’ Matinee That Never Happened
Projectionist here… something was sitting in Theater 6 this morning, and it wasn’t any of our customers. Hey everyone. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I’ve worked at my local movie theater for about six years—mostly as a projectionist, which means I’m usually the first person in the building, alone, dealing with old equipment that likes to break at the most inconvenient possible moments.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Glass Winter | Chapter VIII
Under torchlight Palina could see all the layered veins of blue and green beneath the thin pearly skin of her hand. She brushed snow kernels off the surface of the ground surrounding the grease cradle, one of the many burning in the commune, and collected the powder into a tusk, which she handed to a builder making his way to the edge of the camp. The others remained to pocket the rest while Palina donned a mitten and proceeded to the cold corner, far from any flame.
By Andrei Babanin2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 42
Chapter 42 Sara sat back on her heels, the Greatworm egg glowing faintly in its cocoon of spores. Her chest rose and fell with exhaustion, but there was a steadiness in her eyes now. She looked across the lake to Whistle, who had watched her struggle and endure without a word, his hawk perched calmly on his arm.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 43
TUS NUA – ch 43 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) After Mr. O’Casey, the Headmaster of the university recited the instructions and ingredients, Mia carefully, under his watchful eyes, using a twig of an older hawthorne tree, carefully mixed the dried and mashed powder consisting of equal parts of rosemary, sage, mint, thyme, and lavender.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 40
Chapter 40 Sara moved in silence, the battlefield quiet now except for occasional comments carried on the wind from those that had watched the once sided battle from the Wall. She knelt by each fallen mercenary, hands steady as she searched their bodies. Coins, weapons, scraps of parchment, and relics were gathered with care, each item tucked away without ceremony. She did not rush. She did not speak.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 39
Chapter 39 Unwilling to accidentally be unavailable when the first new citizens reached Haven Valley, Sara avoids diving into the Dungeon or heading out to search deeper into the valley. Instead, the next two days in Haven Valley were filled with the steady rhythm of creation. Sara worked tirelessly, her hands glowing faintly as she called upon Create Basic Object, shaping spores into hardened forms.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
