Exotic Storytelling Novels & Stories

A body that filled out his custom suits in ways that made her forget how to form coherent sentences. And a reputation for being absolutely ruthless in business and in bed. She had heard the whispers. The stories about the women who had worked closely with him and then suddenly left the company. No one ever said anything explicit, but the implication was clear: Damien Blackwood got what he wanted, and he did not accept anything less than perfection. Ella took a deep breath and walked toward his corner office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The door was open, and she could see him standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, a glass of scotch in his hand.

They were here to trade those tools for a single hour of "Human Experience." The Engineering of the Narrative-Coin "We aren't selling our suffering, Jojo," Sarah explained to her Director of Defense, who watched the influx of alien dignitaries with a soldier’s inherent suspicion. "We are selling our Growth. These races have reached the end of their stories. They’ve solved every equation and smoothed over every conflict. They are coming to us because we are the only people in the galaxy who still know how to make a mistake."

A thing that didn't exist yet. She wove the story of a traveler who came from a far-off world of green forests and gentle streams. This traveler arrived in this chaotic place and was not afraid. Instead, the traveler was amazed. They saw the beauty in the crystal desert, the life in the jungle, the wonder in the floating city, the peace in the ocean. The traveler didn't see four worlds fighting. They saw one world of incredible, impossible diversity. They saw a masterpiece. She poured this story into the Loom and let it flow out into the chaotic world, not directed at any one reality, but as a gift to all of them.