Adventure
Easter 2026 in Australia - Your Complete Guide to the Long Weekend
What Easter Actually Means in Australia Nobody really admits this out loud, but Easter in Australia is less about religion for most people and more about the fact that it's four consecutive days off. And honestly? Fair enough. The whole country needs it by April.
By Kate Brownell15 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 5
Red skies appeared slowly over the Texas horizon as the morning suns brought new life to the area. The roads weren't as saturated as they were to the north, and 1970, black, Challenger sped through the desolate part of the state as it headed to the area Nico was killed. Rick's weary eyes were heavy from driving straight through. He'd only made one stop near any form of civilization.
By Jason Morton15 days ago in Fiction
Ouroboros
On Ouroboros, nothing is built for permanence. If one were to construct an empire on Her mountainous nostrils, She would swallow it in a century, melt it to its base elements in Her core, and expel it as organic scaffolding somewhere along Her great expanse.
By Noah Husband15 days ago in Fiction
IGNIS WAKE
The canteen was vacant as Hamish entered, he was early. The automated lights buzzed to life and flickered a glare across stainless-steel benches that rowed along each side of the modestly sized hall. A set of narrow windows accompanied each bench on the right side. Thick tropical fauna brushed and dragged with the wind against the exterior. The spattering of sunlight through the leaves and branches did very little to brighten the facilities dull concrete and iron panel laced interior. A closed hatch straight ahead into a kitchen indicated that lunch was not yet ready. But as Hamish’s mission detailed, this was the only opportunity to discuss the operation with his fellow MI6 and CIA agents embedded in the mysterious projects activities.
By Blair J Allan16 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 2
The doctor handed Jade a prescription and wished him good luck before letting him go. As Jade exited the hospital, he found his mother waiting outside with an unfamiliar woman. "Hello Mom, hello Madame," Jade greeted them. Faty, his mother, asked how the appointment went and then introduced the woman standing beside her. "Jade, this is Madame Hayley, and she's a psychic," she announced. Taken aback, Jade
By el hariti adil16 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 4
Rick Steele drove away from the bar and headed toward home. There was a period during the rainy season when the locals got a break, the first time in a while, he could drive without using his wipers. He had a lot to think about. What Major Kohl shared with him about his brother’s death had his head spinning. There was something more to his death than the locals in Texas had found.
By Jason Morton17 days ago in Fiction
Burning the Night from Both Ends
The bourbon hit the lips differently today than any other time. I was indulging in a perfect specimen of a cigar, the Padron 1926 Serie No. 90 Maduro, which can hold an ash as long as the cigar itself if you don’t flick it like an amateur. I could still smell the scent of Dior Elixir on me even with all that smoke touching the ceiling. That oud scent, that musk — it always sets the tone just right. But this is not why I was here, contemplating this evening all dressed up, wearing nothing but a custom-tailored grey two-piece suit with a slim-fit solid black dress shirt, cufflinks of course, and ready to go. I had bigger plans.
By Vincent Palmer 17 days ago in Fiction
21 Days of Damage
HE had a few days off from stressful, physically and emotionally demanding work. It was 21 days to be exact, and he counted every second of it. Just a short break in-between work contract - something he never did before. Looking back, he didn’t realize how it would alter his whole life, and definitely something he would never do again. But the money was good, the work was flowing with adrenaline and hardship, so the break was well deserved.
By Vincent Palmer 17 days ago in Fiction
Advanced Left
I am in the advanced left lane, closest to the curb. Hands gripping the steering wheel. I’m late. Scanning the intersection, waiting for the light to show the green arrow—advanced left. I’m gambling; it might not show the advanced left at all. I need to make this turn.
By Vincent Palmer 17 days ago in Fiction
