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Beginner's Luck: Growth 2
On their way to the beach, they stopped and interacted with the non-sentients in the village. After a brief exchange between the Librarian, the four of them happily gathered some tools, a collapsible work bench, and some provisions before hurrying off to the clearing. Fluke looked up into the sky and noticed that despite him already having eaten lunch it wasn't quite mid-day. Even with more than half a day's worth of daylight he had no idea how they would be able to process the wood and finish a house. Perhaps it was another part of the magic of living in a rift world.
By Everett Scaife12 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth
Both the Librarian and Fluke spent the rest of their lunch break manipulating their resonance. By barrowing Fluke's emblem Insight, the Librarian made steady progress and managed to gain an even envelope around himself. Fluke found that after resting and digesting, there was an interesting change to the attributes listed in his mask. Before exhausting himself his read out had said:
By Everett Scaife12 days ago in Fiction
Perfect people on perfect social media pages.
Restaurant “N”. A week in advance, I reserve a table at one of the most popular restaurants in the city. I spend days preparing for the evening, imagining the atmosphere — elegant interiors, expensive details, a table overlooking the city at sunset.
By Eliza Woodstorm12 days ago in Fiction
Kely, The Fool's Initiation
Marc had gone on a trip abroad, and I was enjoying a sunny afternoon by the pool. Sabine, a friend, was due to visit me during the day. A lovely creature with blue eyes capable of driving a man mad, mired in her misguided fidelity while her husband cheated on her shamelessly.
By CECILE HEBELLE12 days ago in Fiction
The Horse and the Donkey story
The Horse and the Donkey Once, in a quiet village near a massive, dark forest, there lived a hardworking farmer. He owned a magnificent horse that was his pride and joy. This horse did everything he plowed the fields under the hot sun, carried heavy sacks of grain to the market, and traveled to distant towns whenever the farmer had business to attend to. Because the horse worked so hard, the farmer made sure to give him plenty of rest. Every evening, he would let the horse wander freely near the edge of the woods to graze on the fresh, sweet grass and cool down after a long day.
By Amir Husen12 days ago in Fiction
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Fiction
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret In a small village, there lived an elderly gardener. He had spent nearly his entire life planting trees and nurturing them. His garden was widely considered the most beautiful spot in the village, and to him, every single plant felt like one of his own children.
By Amir Husen12 days ago in Fiction
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose On the edge of a dense forest sat a tiny village. At its very outskirts, tucked away among the thick trees, stood a woodcutter's small hut. Though simple, the home was kept with great care. A sturdy fence surrounded the property, which housed a small flower garden, a few cows and goats, some ducks, chickens, and pigeons.
By Amir Husen12 days ago in Fiction
The Jealous Sisters and the Three Wonders
By(Haris Barki) Long ago, in a land of golden deserts and shimmering palaces, there ruled a mighty king whose kingdom was rich in beauty—but poor in peace. Though his people prospered, his heart carried a silent sorrow: he had no heir.
By Mariana Farias12 days ago in Fiction
