Fantasy
Endless Online. AI-Generated.
They did not leave at once. That would have been the sensible thing, perhaps—if sense still held any authority in Aeven. But nothing about the square felt stable anymore, and none of them trusted the appearance of calm. The fountain had resumed its harmless cycle, the water clear, the stone unbroken, the lanterns steady. Players drifted back in cautious clusters, muttering to one another about events, lag, hidden patches, developer interference. Already the world was trying to explain itself away.
By Eris Willow10 days ago in Fiction
Endless Online. AI-Generated.
The road did not feel the same anymore. That was the first thing Hilda noticed. The North Road—simple, familiar, designed for beginners—had always carried a sense of safety. Predictability. Even its darkness had rules. But now, as the three of them stood just beyond the sealed stairway, the air felt thinner, stretched too tight across something unseen.
By Eris Willow10 days ago in Fiction
Endless Online. AI-Generated.
The stairs did not end where they should have. That was the first thing Merlina understood. In a world like Endless Online, even hidden areas followed rules—depth limits, tile boundaries, loading zones. But as they descended, step after step, the distance stretched beyond what any starter region should allow.
By Eris Willow10 days ago in Fiction
Endless Online. AI-Generated.
Merlina moved before the others could stop her. The black water in the fountain trembled as she approached, its surface folding inward and outward like the breath of some hidden lung. The old stone basin, built in the center of Aeven as a harmless ornament for beginners to circle on their first uncertain day, no longer looked decorative. Under the dim lanternlight, it resembled an altar.
By Eris Willow10 days ago in Fiction
Fish Out Of Water
Once upon a time a little fish lived in a little pod in a great big fish city. You may be thinking that this city was underwater but you would be wrong. Strange, but true. You see our particular little fish, Harriet, was a fifth generation land dweller and so she had lost all knowledge of living in water.
By Angie Allanby11 days ago in Fiction
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓮!!
Sixty-four squares, alternating black and white in an eight-by-eight square. That is just the start. It's the landscape, the battlefield for two opposing factions, who generally keep to the rules as they fight against each other, pitting their plans and strategies against each other.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Fiction
The Silence of the Bone-Dry Noon
The desert sun outside Barstow wasn’t just shining; it was screaming. It was a white-hot hammer of God pounding the hood of my '71 Chevy till the engine block rattled like a skeleton in a tumble-dryer. I pulled into the "Dust & Bone" rest stop, a place that looked like it had been built by a committee of vultures and then abandoned to the lizards.
By Meko James 11 days ago in Fiction
