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The Last Ember of Solara
The Kingdom of Solara was a realm bathed in perpetual sunlight, where the very fabric of life was fueled by the power of the sun. The people of Solara harnessed its energy in every facet of their lives—from agriculture to technology, even the very magic that flowed through the land was bound to the sun’s radiant rays. In the capital city of Helios, the Sunspire towered over the skyline, a gleaming spire that housed the Heart of the Sun, a mystical gem that channeled the sun’s power and kept the kingdom thriving.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
When Life Breaks You
She cried silently in her room, it's midnight already, but her bleeding heart won't let her sleep. She tried watching funny reels and scrolling through TikTok videos, but the shadow of sadness lingered. She even switched off her phone and shut her eyes as memories of what happened earlier clouded her head.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
The Old River Road
The Old River Road: A Journey into Darkness Old River Road had always been a place of fear after nightfall. The rumors never stopped—whispers about kidnappings, strange disappearances, and something sinister lurking in the dark. The silence of the road was suffocating, like it swallowed up all sound. It was as if anyone brave—or foolish—enough to walk it would be at the mercy of something far worse than they could imagine.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Queen: The First Chronicle
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Pandemonium ensued. "It is an ill omen!" the people cried, wailing and wringing their hands in fear. And quite rightly, as never mind the superstitious implications of sinister powers at work and things being awry in the world, made manifest in nature's reversal, the river's flow change posed problems, as it was a practical nightmare.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Absolute
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. None knew why or how. Wizards and philosophers of all sorts took to studying the phenomena. They asked the important questions and explored every manner of text. No answers could be found. No spell could reverse the river’s new course.
By J.C. Winterabout a year ago in Fiction
Flight of the Tide Pilots. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I was awoken by a rumble like a broadhead stampede passing through our farmhouse. I rolled off my bed and under its frame. My little brother, Edgard, was already under his – barely two years old, his eyes as wide as owls.
By Addison Alderabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door That Shouldn’t Exist
Oliver had been living in the same old apartment for years, a quaint, creaky place that held more charm than comfort. He liked the familiarity of it all—its worn wooden floors, its perpetually stuck windows, and the peeling wallpaper with faded rose patterns. It was home. But one night, something changed.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Fiction
