Fantasy
Bahlool and the Lesson at the Bathhouse
Bahlool was a man who many people called "the wise fool." He lived simply, often wearing dusty clothes and wandering the streets, but those who truly knew him understood that every action he took had a deep meaning. He had a way of teaching people lessons without ever raising his voice.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 10
"Have you looked at your mask yet?" Fluke was confused at the question; he was still processing the impossible changes he was seeing before him. Fluke slowly reached up and pulled the mask off, looking at it for the first time with clear eyes. Across almost half the mask on the left was a green series of diamond shapes, which were checkered with the normal white. The green was the exact same green as the green aventurine the goddess had given him. The eye emblem still sat on the forehead, and the right side was still the pearl white. Fluke put the mask back on and checked his stats:
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
The Overnight Bus Where a Random Man Explored Every Inch of Me in the Back Seat (True Story). Content Warning.
Hi… it’s me, Lila. Twenty-five, sitting here in my little apartment with the rain tapping the window, thighs pressed together just thinking about it. This is what really happened on that long, sweaty overnight bus from Toronto to Montreal last summer. I never thought I’d do this. But my body betrayed me the second the engine started rumbling, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
By Chahat Kaura day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 9
Fluke put on a strained toothy grin as his resonance flopped and fell apart a second time. "Here kid, come sit down before you hurt yourself." Parche pat the grass next to him, and Fluke came and flopped down beside him, and then adjusted himself so he sat with his legs crossed.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 8
Fluke pulled out one of the Fuscia resonant shards and held it in his hand. This shard immediately vibrated and behaved almost unstable despite having not been mistreated in any way. Putting a small amount of resonance into the shard this one behaved much like the Cobalt shard. The only notable difference was that this shard let out a barely audible musical note, similar to water rubbed on the rim of a wine glass. And again, after a minute, the shard returned itself to the pouch, which prompted Fluke to check his information.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 6
Mining stone was not fun. Even with his divine blessings and the use of resonance, the stone before him seemed to resist all of his efforts. It didn't help that Mason didn't seem to want to help at all in the process, and only continued to stare at him. Taking a moment to breath and assess his progress Fluke had an epiphany. If wood required a chopping action and wide blade, perhaps stone needed a different type of resonant focus in order to get results. Using insight and his focus, he looked at how the energy seemed to surround the pickaxe head. The energy was rounded and smooth, and when he swung the tool, the energy almost resisted his efforts when it made contact with the stone. He examined the outcropping before him:
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 5
The Librarian walked away without another word to Fluke or Q or the Derboul. The tension driving a wedge between the apprentice and master. Fluke didn't call after him, instead he too walked in the opposite direction. He quickly grabbed his bag of supplies and then gave Q a command to watch over their prisoner. Fuming as he marched away, his mind raced with thoughts, questions, and frustrations.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 4
Fluke watched the wounded Derboul with rapt curiousity. The beast was terrifying to behold, yet at the same time, it seemed to be a vegetarian. Even when they provided fish it seemed to eat it sparingly. The hulking mass of alien warrior screamed carnivore or predator, and yet here it was hungrily devouring anything plant based. Fluke looked up at his mentor, who was just staring at the outsider with arms crossed. His facial expression was hidden behind his mask, but no facial expression was needed: the intensity and rigid body language may as well have been the Librarian shouting at the top of his lungs.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
