Fable
The Bitter Winter of 1944. Top Story - March 2025.
The cold in 1944 was unnatural—it was a cold that breathed. It moved beneath your skin, coiled in your lungs. Private Ben Mercer had stopped feeling his fingers days ago, but each morning he counted them like rosary beads. Ten. Always ten.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Fiction
"The Prison of the Mind"
"The Prison of the Mind" Lena sat by herself in the psychiatric hospital's tiny, sterilized room. She felt as though she was confined to a snow globe, cut off from the outside world, because the walls were so white. The fragrance of antiseptic, which she had been all too accustomed to in recent months, permeated the air. Feeling the rough skin of her palms, the only solace in a world gone awry, she clasped her hands together.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
Spiritual Relationship: Benefits and Drawbacks. AI-Generated.
In the coastal town of Lirien, where the sea whispered secrets to the cliffs and the stars seemed to linger closer to the earth, lived two souls destined to intertwine. The year was 2025, but Lirien felt timeless—its cobblestone streets lined with salt-worn cottages, its people steeped in tales of the old ways. Here, the veil between the physical and the spiritual was thin, and those who listened could hear the hum of something greater.
By Great pleasure11 months ago in Fiction
Two Brothers at War in the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Ethereal Veil, where the sky shimmered with threads of gold and shadow, lay the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. It was a realm beyond mortal sight, a plane of towering spires carved from crystal, rivers of liquid light, and gardens where the air sang with the voices of the departed. At its center stood the Chalice of Eons, a goblet forged from the first star’s dust, its bowl cradling a radiant flame that pulsed like a living heart. The Chalice was the kingdom’s soul, a vessel of divine will that bound the Ethereal Veil to the mortal world below, its light a beacon of balance and grace.
By Great pleasure11 months ago in Fiction
Spiritual Cup That Caused War. AI-Generated.
In the land of Eryndor, where mountains kissed the clouds and rivers ran like veins of silver, faith was both a shield and a sword. The people worshipped the Aetherials, celestial beings said to have forged the world from starlight and shadow. At the heart of their devotion stood the Sanctum of Dawn, a temple carved into the cliffs of Mount Veyris, its spires glowing with an otherworldly light. Within its deepest chamber rested the Cup of Aethra—a chalice of translucent crystal, etched with runes older than time. Legend claimed it had caught the tears of Aethra, the first Aetherial, wept when she gifted mortals free will. To drink from it was to touch the divine, to hear the whispers of eternity.
By Great pleasure11 months ago in Fiction
Detective Magician
Detective Magician King Sompal always took care of his subjects. That is why there was prosperity in his kingdom. For the last two years, his kingdom was facing a strange problem. The employees of his kingdom started disappearing mysteriously. At first, only a few people from the royal court disappeared. Later, common people also started disappearing. The king had alerted the intelligence agency. What could the intelligence agency do when the employees of the intelligence department also started disappearing.
By Nikita Angel11 months ago in Fiction
"The Final Train"
"The Final Train" The historic train station was encircled by swirling nighttime fog. With the hands slowly approaching the hour that no one could fully explain—the moment when the last train would depart—the wall clock indicated that it was almost midnight.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
