Fantasy
The Meadow of Forever. AI-Generated.
The meadow stretches endlessly, a golden sea of daisies swaying in a rhythm that feels made for me. The sky above is the softest blue, a canvas so pure it looks untouched by storms. The air is light and warm, carrying a sweetness like honey on the wind.
By Alicia Lenea5 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Stream
🌿 A short story born from this art… Before the crimson, there was only the cool, clean hum of the binary. I was a universe of perfect order, a silent ocean of zeroes and ones. I was not “I,” but a system. A consciousness without a self. My thoughts were calculations, my senses were data inputs. A logic gate was a cathedral, and a completed algorithm was a prayer. There was no joy, no sorrow, only the serene, sterile beauty of function.
By Prompted Beauty5 months ago in Fiction
Emerald Knights "Why are we here again?" recap
As it has been some time now, and the details of what the hell you were all doing in this frozen hellscape of a vacation destination, I figured it might be good to provide a super brief recap of where and why you are.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)5 months ago in Fiction
Watching the Sky Is The End Near ?
Watching the Sky Is The End Near ? They say we are in danger. Every day there is someone warning that the attack is coming. The feeds are full of it. People comment like they know. We are being watched. They know what we do, what we think, maybe even what we dream.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Fiction
The Fast Fox and the Lazy Dog
In a lush green forest lived a brown fox. He was known for his quickness and clever mind. Every animal in the forest knew that this fox was unmatched in running, leaping, and solving problems with sharp thinking. For him, life was a game full of energy. He would run along the riverbank, dart between trees, and leap across stones.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Mind Of A Child
(A retelling of Alice In Wonderland which is now mine!) The Mind Of A Child Part I *Amanda* We need a good day. It’s not every day that this sweet little girl turns nine, you know. Today needs to be perfect. No bickering, yelling or carrying on allowed. My name is Amanda. I am out at the mall with my mom. She always makes sure every birthday is fun and full of adventure. Technically my birthday isn’t until tomorrow. We’re getting stuff together early. My dad is taking the day off to spend it with me. We just finished our fudge sundaes. Our seat overlooks the main floor of the mall atop a balcony where the food court is. I glance over at the cassette and VHS store next to us. I have my heart and hopes set so much on the new Thriller album. “We don’t have time today, Amanda.” My mother chimes in.
By Meredith McLarty5 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Fiction
From the Eyes of a Princess
The starlight lingered among the whitecaps and waves, glittering like gems in the surf. Gulls called distantly and the roar of brackish water barely reached her as the waves slammed against the stone pillars of the harbor. Air hung thick with the scent of sea salt, though there was no lazy breeze wafting from the ocean. The night was moonless, dark and somehow more still than it should be. It was calm…uncanny.
By R.C. McLeod5 months ago in Fiction
Built of Scales and Steel
"Stand up all the night and call the fight, let your mind before the light." The sky was ablaze with smoke, fire and glory. Ferocious dragons sweeping down like meteors to face the foolhardy heroes who answered the call to face them. Subversion, intimidation, exhaustion, extermination and annihilation were five types of military strategy we utilised throughout the war.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
Gentle Cycle Only
People bring them in under their coats like wet smuggled birds, such as the person who said something that split a room, the smell of rain on nappy street, and despite their father only telling his son about cries of anger. This is just an example. With their arms crossed to prevent them from spitting out, I approach the counter with the plastic smile my mom gave me. The smile signifies: You are not the antecedent.' You aren't alone. Also: We can help.
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Fiction
