2025
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Ten years had passed since the skies over Zaragoza, Spain, turned to blood. The pyramids—Giza, Chichen Itza, Teotihuacan—had roared to life, their ancient stones humming as beams of light lanced upward, stitching the heavens with red stars. The lattice of crimson threads wove a canopy that smothered the blue sky, and the rivers, from the Read more
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In the year 2033, Dr. Elias Finch, a wiry physicist with a penchant for bow ties and caffeine, stumbled upon a dusty crate in a condemned Brooklyn warehouse. Inside were Nikola Tesla’s lost treasures: yellowed notepads scrawled with equations, crude circuit diagrams, and a peculiar device labeled “Temporal Resonator.” Elias, a man who’d rather debate Read more
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Wings Revenge Hey, Western fans! I poured my heart into this gritty tale, heavily inspired by the legendary Jon Shannow from David Gemmell’s epic series. My character, Hawk Goodwin, channels that same brooding, gunslinging spirit, tearing through a dusty Old West town with vengeance and justice on his mind. If you love hard-hitting action, complex Read more
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The year was 2040, and England was a ghost of its past. The rolling hills of the Cotswolds, once lush with emerald fields, were now a cracked wasteland, strewn with the husks of delivery drones and the twisted wreckage of hyperloop pods. The air carried the bitter sting of ash, whipped up by winds that Read more
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In 3025, Earth was a wasteland of flesh and circuits, humans fused with machines. Thoth, ageless, tracked the tablet with Odin, his ravens circling.“Ragnarök looms,” Odin growled, his spear blood-stained. A kraken erupted from a steel sea, tentacles crushing hybrids. Reptilian aliens descended, their ship a dagger of shadow, claiming the tablet. Thoth battled—feathers against Read more
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In 1945, amidst war’s wreckage, Thoth met Gandhi, his frame frail but his spirit iron. “Use the tablet for peace,” Gandhi pleaded, bombs echoing in the distance. “It’s a curse,” Thoth said, his voice heavy. “Power corrupts.” A naga slithered from the shadows, scales glinting. “The Nazis hold it!” Thoth raced through Berlin’s ruins, dodging Read more
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In Alexandria’s opulent halls, Thoth reclined with Cleopatra, her asp coiled on a cushion, its eyes glinting like jewels.“Caesar’s ambition bores me,” she said, her fingers brushing the tablet. “What can this do?” “Make you divine,” Thoth murmured, his lips grazing her neck. “Leave him. Rule with me.”Her smile was a blade. “Done.” Caesar burst Read more
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On Olympus, where clouds coiled like serpents, Thoth faced Zeus, his white hair crackling with lightning. “That tablet,” Zeus thundered, gripping his bolt. “It’s mine by right.” Thoth sidestepped a searing strike, his feathers singed. “Trade it for Aphrodite’s embrace.” Zeus paused, then roared with laughter. “You’ve got nerve, scribe. Agreed.” Aphrodite awaited in a Read more
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In the golden age of Egypt, Thoth was a god-king, his temples alive with incense and chants. The Nile mirrored his image: ibis-headed, eternal. He met Isis in a shadowed chamber, her eyes like polished obsidian, a senet board between them. “Another tablet?” she asked, moving a piece with deliberate grace. “You hoard secrets like Read more
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The Unseen Luminary I am Elias Ward, born in the year of our Lord 1261, in the shadowed streets of York, a city of stone and secrets in the north of England. My tale is one of brilliance and ruin, of visions that danced beyond the grasp of mortal men, and of a mind that Read more
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In the cosmic expanse where time and space were yet to be bound by rules, there existed only the primal void, a silent dance of the infinite potential. From this void, the universe began to stir, birthed by the cosmic dance of creation, preservation, and destruction. In the heart of this nascent cosmos, a divine Read more
Dany Slone 