Adventure
Burning the Night from Both Ends
The bourbon hit the lips differently today than any other time. I was indulging in a perfect specimen of a cigar, the Padron 1926 Serie No. 90 Maduro, which can hold an ash as long as the cigar itself if you don’t flick it like an amateur. I could still smell the scent of Dior Elixir on me even with all that smoke touching the ceiling. That oud scent, that musk — it always sets the tone just right. But this is not why I was here, contemplating this evening all dressed up, wearing nothing but a custom-tailored grey two-piece suit with a slim-fit solid black dress shirt, cufflinks of course, and ready to go. I had bigger plans.
By Vincent Palmer 10 days ago in Fiction
21 Days of Damage
HE had a few days off from stressful, physically and emotionally demanding work. It was 21 days to be exact, and he counted every second of it. Just a short break in-between work contract - something he never did before. Looking back, he didn’t realize how it would alter his whole life, and definitely something he would never do again. But the money was good, the work was flowing with adrenaline and hardship, so the break was well deserved.
By Vincent Palmer 10 days ago in Fiction
Advanced Left
I am in the advanced left lane, closest to the curb. Hands gripping the steering wheel. I’m late. Scanning the intersection, waiting for the light to show the green arrow—advanced left. I’m gambling; it might not show the advanced left at all. I need to make this turn.
By Vincent Palmer 10 days ago in Fiction
The Manuscript Beneath the Monastery
I have long resisted telling this story—not because it lacks proof, but because the proof itself should never be uncovered again. Yet time has a way of eroding fear, and memory demands a voice. What I am about to recount is not invention, nor drunken folklore whispered in candlelit taverns. It is something I witnessed, something that followed me long after I fled the mountains of Transylvania.
By Gaurav Gupta10 days ago in Fiction
Fandom
I. Usually, I’m not a morning person. I tend to exhaust myself during the day, and I need to get some sleep in the night in order to perform well the following day. That’s even more important when you’re a superhero like me. Your body not only uses more energy and power, especially in battles against evil, than those of mortal people, but it also requires more energy and power to sustain itself on a daily basis.
By David Perlmutter10 days ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx11 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 3
Above From Below Part I, Part 2 Rick needed a drink, and Mac’s place was as secure as anywhere he and the mysterious Major Kohl could have some privacy and get out of the rain. There was a commitment in her eyes. She had a purpose for being there. Rick needed to know what was so important that she’d hunt him down to tell it to him instead of appearing at the office. They clearly had to have been watching for him to leave the building.
By Jason Morton11 days ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Fiction
