Evening Stories

A baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who ends up babysitting the child is no better; she thinks Marcus has ulterior motives - bad ones. Not only that, but two mysterious female assassins appear on the scene. Whether they intend to harm the baby or protect her, Marcus isn't sure. It doesn't help that the assassins have magical cloaks that allow them to turn into birds at any time. Marcus and his friends soon find themselves caught up in things they doesn't understand: the child has some connection to an ancient prophecy, one that could have implications for fate of the Empire itself.

Everyone has secrets. We treasure them, we keep them, we treat them like our nearest and dearest - our prize possesions. It's what you do when they come out that counts. And it's how you try to stop that from EVER happening. Especially when they're life-changing.

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Aiden lost his parents when he was only a kid. Now, four years later, Aiden is still in the same orphange he was sent to as a young teen. He is convinced the only way to live is alone, and that living isn't all that great. But a new boy shows up: Maxwell. When they are forced to room together, a whirlwind romance ensues. Is this love enough to save Aiden, or will it merely destroy him?

"I'm dating... And it comes with snacks."

Everything Cho knows is falling apart. It was never perfect, especially after her parents' murders, but when the family that took her in sends her off, she's at a loss at what to do. Stuck in an unfamiliar country is hard enough, but coming face to fae with the horrors and questions of her past is worse. She gets pulled further and further into the web of secrets her parents were caught in, looking for a way home. But getting home isn't easy. Especially when there are not many people who understand sign language.

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Just letting my poetic heart out cause I haven't posted a poem in ages !

All Entie Eric Steele wants is to protect the city, Calabrye, from the low-class cities filled with anti-monarchists called Coalaters. But instead, he has to protect Princess Rosealie Van Allyn, an eighteen-year old who is seeking to find herself before she has to marry a Prince. As simple as this sounds, things between Rose and Eric aren't. Though both hardly meet eye to eye, they learn that the dangers outside the city are far more dangerous. Time is essential, but can they use it wisely before the terrors from the outside seep into the Castle?

On a not so random evening.... a random thing comes to mind.... it can be a familiar one or something completely strange.... call it a Thought or a Feeling.... it may be an Emotion or pieces of a Long Lost Dream.... But at the end what remains is an Impact.... And this too may vary.... it can't always be pleasant.... ©️This is my original work. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form by any means, including photocopy, recording or any electronic method.

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This are few OS of mine under many genres. hope you enjoy.

Sick from the unknown darkness

I dreamt this story or in other words, told it to myself in a half-slumber. I tried to write it down after I woke up and touched it up again after a few hours. My story is about remembering something a mum said so one wouldn't get to close to the end of the platform. I hope it feels somehow dreamlike. Please give me constructive criticism.

I've written two stories of mythology. One is my own creation myth, and the other one is the creation of day/night.

LAST night the nightingale waked me, Last night when all was still; It sang in the golden moonlight From out the woodland hill. I opened the window gently, And all was dreamy dew- And oh! the bird, my darling, Was singing, singing of you! - Christian Wither, Last Night