Fantasy
The Lion and the Gentle Heart
A Tale of Trust Between Predator and Prey In the heart of the Great Green Jungle, where trees touched the sky and rivers sang through the land, there lived a lion named Ruhan. He was the king of the jungle, feared by all creatures. His roar made birds flee and deer tremble. Yet deep inside, Ruhan often felt a strange emptiness—he had everything, but no one he could call a true friend.
By Jack sparrow 9 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 2
The clock in the east wing struck midnight, though no one had wound it for centuries. A hush fell over the cursed estate, broken only by the soft strains of violin music that rose not from instruments, but from the walls themselves, echoes of a party that never ended. The ballroom lit from within like a lantern, casting golden light into the frostbitten gardens where no blooms dared grow.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz Part - 1
The forest grew too still. Even the wind held its breath as the trio stepped beyond the last line of trees and beheld the forgotten ruin of Valemire Estate. Moonlight glazed the crumbling spires, and the ivy-strangled balconies jutted like bones from a rotted corpse. The manor stood silent on a hill of frost-hardened grass, its many windows aglow with flickering gold light that could not, should not, exist.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
The Secret Drawer
Growing up, there was one rule in our house I never dared to break: Don’t touch the drawer in Dad’s study. It was an ordinary drawer in an old wooden desk — scratched, dusty, the handle barely hanging on. But to me, it might as well have been a vault. Dad’s tone made it clear — that drawer was off-limits.
By Straylight9 months ago in Chapters
