Fantasy

The Last Light
You ever notice how the worst nights don’t announce themselves? There’s no storm rolling in, no strange phone call, no flicker of the lights. Sometimes it starts with something so ordinary, you don’t even give it a second thought.
By Zidane5 months ago in Fiction
Fate’s Magical Mishap
Thank you so much to my support team, Liz and Betsy. Betsy read this more times than I think she’s read anything I’ve written and offered helpful hints along the way. Liz has always been suppotive of me and continues.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
Afterimage
It was morning again, his old bones hurt a bit more day after day, and for some reason, he was every day more and more hungry, and he needed to drink tea more frequently, but none of that was important.
By Saelly Fiorela Silva Lizarraga5 months ago in Fiction
The Piano on the Cliff
Delicate notes from a misplaced piano echoed down the quiet forest pathway. It’s haunting tone drew one footstep after another from the lone hiker on this late evening trail. The grass crunched beneath each of his heavy boot falls. It was the only other sound that danced between the trees, the harsh impact of his boots, and the slow reverb of those piano keys.
By Connie5 months ago in Fiction
A Calming Sleep Story: The Night Train to Transylvania
The Journey Begins It was a quiet night when the train station, tucked away in the heart of the Carpathian Mountains, began to glow under the silver moonlight. The platform stood almost deserted, except for a few travelers holding their coats tighter against the gentle night breeze. The clock above the station slowly ticked toward midnight, and soon, the sound of steel wheels whispered through the valley.
By Umar Farooq5 months ago in Fiction
The Follower
🌿 A short story born from this art… His name was Julian, but he hadn’t felt like Julian in years. He was a construct of light and shadow, of carefully chosen filters and captions that screamed authenticity while being meticulously artificial. His life wasn’t lived; it was curated, broadcasted, and judged by the blue glow of a million tiny screens.
By Prompted Beauty5 months ago in Fiction
Mind Game
I don't exactly know why or how it happened, but I completely lost my mind. I quit my job as a chef to care for my mother, who had dementia. Maybe that's part of why it happened. She had long since forgotten that she used to call me Bumblebee, for the "Bea" in Beatrice. In fact, she didn't remember me at all. Every day, she thought I was an intruder, even when I showed her pictures of us in happier times.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
On a rainy evening in a small Afghan village, the old postman, Rahim, carried a single envelope in his worn-out leather bag. For forty years, he had delivered countless letters—some carrying joy, others heavy with grief. But today’s letter felt different. It was addressed to a name that had long been forgotten in the village: “Amina.”
By Usman Ghani5 months ago in Fiction
I Was Hired to Babysit. The House Had No Children
When I first saw the job listing, it felt like an answer to my prayers. I was a college student struggling to pay rent, and “babysitting in a quiet neighborhood” sounded like easy money. The ad was simple—“Looking for responsible young woman to babysit evenings, $20/hour. Flexible schedule.”
By Hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
London’s libraries have always been places of quiet discovery, but Emma never expected that one ordinary afternoon would lead her to uncover a love story buried for more than eighty years.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Ninth Spell Of The Sorceress
Introduction I follow The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook and am literally enchanted by many of the images that they share.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library on Earth
The world had forgotten silence. Cities hummed with neon signs, drones filled the skies with their restless buzzing, and even the nights glowed with artificial daylight. Books, once the vessels of thought and memory, had become relics. People trusted the Cloud now, an endless stream of filtered data that shifted with every algorithm. History was rewritten at the swipe of a screen, truth became optional, and knowledge lived only as long as the next update.
By Jack Nod5 months ago in Fiction