Fantasy
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member 5 months ago in Fiction
The Door of Light
Arman had always loved old libraries. The silence, the smell of dust and paper, the way stories seemed to whisper from every shelf—it felt like a place where secrets lived. One rainy evening, when the city outside was wrapped in thunder, Arman wandered into a forgotten corner of the library. That was where he saw it.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Song Beneath the Earth
Alana opened her eyes to the sound of locusts, their steady rhythm pulling her back from dreams. Dampness clung to her skin, dew beading on the grass and ferns around her. Cold seeped from the earth into her spine until she shivered. Just breathe, she thought, a small, silent command. Listen to the earth.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
When Blossoms Turn to Snow
Morning came softly, a pale warmth creeping through the tall windows and settling across the stone floor like a living thing. The light should have brought comfort, but in this chamber it fell like a veil. Shadows clung to the corners, lengthened by the steady rise and fall of a child’s chest.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
Between Sleep and Waking
In the early hours, twilight still thick in the blinds, I rolled toward the shadow of my husband of twenty years. Even in half-darkness, I knew his features: black hair framing his lips and eyes, Spanish nose, French jaw. Steady. Familiar.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
Fate's Magical Mishap
Reverse to Part Two Reverse to Part One THREE When I was a child, I loved Gatherings. Unlike the rituals and holiday celebrations, Gatherings meant the entire clan. No one was worried about following the correct steps that had been handed down for more generations than anyone could count. No one stood on ceremony (except with the elders because the last thing anyone wanted to do was piss off an elder) and the relaxed atmosphere allowed different groups to interact. Everything was relaxed, including the dress code, so I wasn’t out of place in my peasant blouse and jeans.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
Fate's Magical Mishap
Reverse to Part One TWO The test had settled to the back of my mind while I was at work, but I had to pass it before I would be allowed to claim my familiar. I had intended to practice before I had to prove myself in front of the elders, but I arrived home from work to find my mother in a tizzy as she raced around with her hair half done. I barely had time to change into my white dress before my mother was hurrying me out to the car. As we drove to the grove, I hurriedly brushed and braided my hair. At least I didn’t have to do the intricate braids my mother had her hair bound into; mine was a simple single braid.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday When time resets, trust no one. The first thing that struck Ethan Cross when he arrived in Bellwick was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, but a hollow quiet that seemed to swallow every sound. The quaint town, with its cobblestone streets and perfectly trimmed hedges, looked like a picture frozen in time. Yet something was off. The people smiled too easily, their eyes too vacant, as if the spark of recognition had been snuffed out long ago.
By Farooq Hashmi5 months ago in Fiction
