You settle in for a good night's sleep, and your subconscious mind sends you drifting, soaring beyond the clouds, past the skies of our world and into the realm of dreams. Cool air rushes by as you float and fly through the air, formless swirls of color and feeling all around you. And as you fly, you can only marvel at the mysterious and wonderful sights and...
Sometimes I wonder about certain things. It's my nature to wonder. A lot of things have been happening to me lately. My name is Stephen Auvergne and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm new to the Confederation of Canada. I moved there from my native town of Boston, Massachusetts, about a year ago. M...
Author's Note: This is not a complete story and is intended as a prelude or supplement for stories that are part of the Brownwood Collection. Hopefully it will give readers a more detailed description of the Brownwood setting. Since this isn't an actual story, comments and scoring have been turned off. And 'yes' it's dry, needs an editor and reads like a r...
Chapter Seventeen – The Battle of Hórkustk Ris The Grand Duke and his entourage left the capitol and crossed the Rika Chorna river in a fleet of ferries. He commented to his commanders that, if he survived the upcoming war, he'd have to build a bridge to span the river closer to the capitol. It was ridiculous to have to cross like this, in boats like common...
Postscript 2 - Notes on the History of the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia (more stuff that didn't make it into the novel) King Vladik and the Judicial Reforms of 1524 Prior to the rule of King Vladik the Defender in the early 16th Century, an offender was convicted of a crime by his local village council, collared by the village blacksmith, and then became...
The great city is on its last legs. The massive bronze gates have been breached and several sections of her gleaming white walls have crumbled into mounds of rubble. It will just be a matter of time before the Drake-wires that are strung above the city from the Massive Citadel that rises in the center of the city to high towers all around will be cut and the...
My name is Muriel Norseman. I'm a six-foot-tall, alabaster-skinned and blonde-haired White woman living in the City of Atlas, Georgia. I'm the first White person ( and the first ever White woman ) elected mayor of this City in nearly forty years.. Atlas is a Southern City with a large African-American population. For decades since the 1960s, only Black men a...
Scolb city was a freshly build community around the texas state highway 45, it was built with the intention to work on its own: residential area with houses and apartments on the west and activity area with offices and malls on the east. But that freshly made city quickly saw the drawbacks of modern day society, the well paid sedentary jobs were close to the...
Author's Note -- If you're a Coven fan then don't worry Laura and friends will be back soon just wanted to get another story started too. Chapter 1 -- The Map Jess gasped in excitement, her whole body shaking with the physical excitement. She'd finally done it, years of loneliness and failure were now behind her. No longer would people make jokes about he...
Charlerion of Pelancir : Princil's Magic Ch. 6 (Part 1) The man who came into the throne room was unknown to her. Some name was given in heavy Grumandrian accent which she did not hear clearly. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the man, who came in accompanied by attendants or followers. He was a strange man, tall, athletic looking, in his late twenties pe...