On Sol Imperium, four mythological spirits watch over the kingdoms in order to uphold the growth and development of Sol. To uphold the peace between the Four Kingdoms, the spirits made a pact and chose Four Chosen as vassals from each kingdom. Ryou Seiryu is not one of the Four Chosen yet he is to serve as a guide in...
Title : 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 Subtitle : ༺աɦǟȶ ǟ քʟօȶ ȶաɨֆȶ ʏօʊ աɛʀɛ...༻ ▄︻デ.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷══━一 ONC 2022 ▄︻デ.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷.̷══━一 Prompt No. : 51 Life hasn't been easy, but it has taught you about all the different variations of what family can really...
In a world where people and mutated beings live together, there is one type of person that all are fearful of, The Immortals.
A young girl grows up living in the far country. Her cottage is surrounded by a dense forest. She enjoys the forest and decides to explore it and its beauty. It is then that things begin to change. Can she turn to the voice in the forest for help? Or is she completely alone?
The world is crumbling, hundreds of lives at risk! For years the mothership attacked earth and stole many possessions that were valuable to earths survival, but now life is vital! Earth's last hope lies in the hands of the members of the Premium Field. Earth's intergalactic battle ship, filled with the worlds greatest...
Just an average tale of two New York lovers...but it's not. When Jasmine Carter, a young girl trying to make it into the music industry, meets Avery Manning, a young girl that owns a quaint flower shop, Jasmine immediately falls in...friendship. She only wants a friendship, right? For Jasmine, trying not to get too at...
A bunch of short stories and a little bit of everything. Criticism is always accepted!!! Highest ranks: • #101 in creative • #102 in creativewriting
Just a bunch of poetry. Criticism is always accepted!! Enjoy! Highest Ranks • #584 in poembook • #119 in creativewriting • #87 in literature
What is the use of a historian in the dark era of man? Recording the names of the fallen for generations to stumble upon seems like a needless waste of energy. Nomads will spare the words on the page a glance before disregarding the names carefully curated for those who lived the same path they travel. All of this eff...
Despite myself, my heart fluttered as he rolled his shoulders back, his shirt collar slightly opening with the movement. I could see just a hint of his collarbone. "Was it fun, Lizzie?" I frowned in confusion, "what?" He stepped closer, I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin, "driving me crazy all week...