Fable
Four Falling Objects
It was so quiet here on top of this mountain in the middle of nowhere. Too quiet, if Ona was honest with herself. Sometimes the silence was enough to drive a person mad. And some days, like today, it was enough to make her long for the dirty city days of her past.
By Shannon Hilson16 days ago in Fiction
The impact came from nowhere.. AI-Generated.
One moment, Adam was crossing the campus quad, his textbook tucked under his arm, thinking about the thermodynamics exam he hadn't studied enough for. The next moment, something hard and heavy collided with the side of his face, and the world dissolved into a spray of red and a sound like rushing water.
By mohamed hasan16 days ago in Fiction
Rich You All Love
Outside, the snowbank made a fluffy frozen deposit, where the inch amount requested numerous measuring balance instruments, and the challenging seasonal element issued a chilly attitude warning. As the heat blazed, warming the lodge style dining establishment, social interaction seemed lonely and cold, giving single bills payment attention, “one more dollar,” the Princess announced, sticking George Washington face up into a gambling coffin, where the promising note enters and never comes back.
By Marc OBrien17 days ago in Fiction
Persephone's Pomegranate
The pomegranate was already on her plate when Persephone sat down. The table was carved from a single slab of black stone, polished smooth by centuries of use. It reflected everything dimly, like water at night. Her plate held the usual offerings: grey bread dusted with ash, a glass of clear wine that smelled faintly metallic, and slices of fruit so pale they looked bleached by grief.
By Emilie Turner18 days ago in Fiction
The Screw again turns.
A gnarled tree stands sentinel in the foreground, its bark pierced by old, rusted screws - they are memories embedded in its flesh. From one twisted branch hangs a solitary lantern, casting a warm, flickering glow that barely touches the creeping shadows. In the distance, the haunted mansion looms, its windows dimly lit, surrounded by skeletal trees and swirling mist.
By Antoni De'Leon18 days ago in Fiction
The Lion Who Learned to Listen
An Emotional Animal Story About Pride, Wisdom, and the Power of Quiet Voices In the vast golden savannah, where the grass danced with the wind and the sun painted the land in fire and light, lived a young lion named Aren. He was stronger than most, faster than many, and louder than all. His roar rolled across the plains like thunder, shaking birds from trees and silencing even the bravest animals.
By Rahman Khan18 days ago in Fiction
Ghost Kitten Rise
There is another world that exists parallel to our own. It sits right beside us, and above us, and below us, and all around us, yet we never see it, and only very few of us ever sometimes feel it. That feeling may come as a cold chill, or a whisper from an empty room, or a tingle running down the spine, or any of a million other barely noticed disturbances to our ordinary everyday lives. We only notice because the feeling is so non-ordinary, so different from what we expect and are used to. Some people call it the spirit world, or another dimension or heaven or hell, but the name is not important, at least not for purposes of this story. What is important to understand about this other world is that it is inhabited by many creatures, some of which are formerly living beings from our own planet earth. Most people refer to these as ghosts, and they are feared by the still living. Some of these ghosts should be feared, but others are innocent and kind, even helpful to the living. There are other things in that world that are much more fearsome than the former living. They are natives of that world, and it is all they have ever known. However, they also know of the ghosts, and they know they come from another place. They very much desire to know what this other place is, where it is, and how to get there. They wish to conquer that world, our world, and make it their own. The reasons for this are not understood and there may be no reason, at least not one we could ever hope to comprehend. For countless millennia these beings have waited and watched and plotted and planned and made attempt after attempt to breach into our world.
By Everyday Junglist20 days ago in Fiction
Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Stories21 days ago in Fiction
