Fantasy

Helena's Journey
Smoke curling through the pale orange sky over the distant hill indicated to Helena that morning was on the horizon. The fires provided warmth for the remnants of that small village whose people hunted for rats or squirrels, cooking them over crude stone pits and metal grates. Sand stretched in either direction, making supplies difficult to obtain. In the distance, Helena had become a scavenger as well, digging through the heaps of destruction that occurred when one world state clashed with the other years ago. The war yielded no winners, only broken people, pawns struggling to survive.
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Light from Memory. AI-Generated.
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By storiesa day ago in Fiction
Thread Count
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Why?
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By Manuel C.2 days ago in Fiction
The Hunt for Dahlia
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By Brier2 days ago in Fiction
The Corner Table
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By Zakir Ullah2 days ago in Fiction
A Convening of Heaven's Conference Table.
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By Novel Allen2 days ago in Fiction
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By Rowan Finley 2 days ago in Fiction
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By Noah Husband3 days ago in Fiction
Space and Time. Content Warning.
Time I just wanted to explore the world. See its beauty, relish the experience of discovery; at least, a discovery new to me. But even that seemed to be a tall order. As soon as I received my apprenticeship honors from the village leader, my dear mother was bewitched as she ventured to the mountains. They told me not a single person has ever awakened from a bewitchment, that after twelve years, the souls of those bewitched will be snuffed as tribute to the gods. They told me this was divine retribution. That this was fate, and if not for her going up to the mountains to pray to her false deities, she would still be alive. But she was alive…
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By Baseer Shaheen 3 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
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By imtiazalam3 days ago in Fiction