Fantasy

How Being a Teacher Made Me Hate the Inner Circle More than a Little Bit
Let me start with a confession: I used to adore the Inner Circle from A Court of Thorns and Roses. They were the “dream friend group.” Loyal, powerful, hilarious, ride-or-die types who always had dramatic entrances and deep trauma bonds. But the more I re-read the series—as a teacher, an adult, someone who deals with real-life power, protection, favoritism, and actual care—the more I realized something pretty alarming:
By Kayla Bloom6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo She Followed. AI-Generated.
Maya first heard the echo on a Tuesday, the kind of thin, rainy Tuesday that made the city fold into its own pockets. She was stacking boxes in the back room of her uncle's shop, the light a flat coin through the high windows, when a laugh sounded—soft, familiar, and wrong. For a moment she froze, box in her arms, listening for the source. The shop was empty except for her and the smell of ginger tea gone cold.
By Joudy Mohamed6 months ago in Fiction
"Leila’s Journey to the Lost City: An Epic Adventure of Courage and Discovery". AI-Generated.
On a quiet morning, Leila wandered through the old city market, her eyes drifting across colorful stalls and the scent of spices filling the air. As she browsed, something unusual caught her attention—a faded, wrinkled map shimmering faintly under the sunlight.
By Joudy Mohamed6 months ago in Fiction
Aelin Galathynius is WAY better than Feyre Archeron!
- SPOILER ALERT! - You probably already figured that, but just in case you haven’t read every Sarah J Maas book under the sun yet and want to, you have been warned. This article will largely focus on the A Court of Thorns and Roses and Throne of Glass series.
By Kayla Bloom6 months ago in Fiction
The Wedding Photographer
The Routine Assignment Rohail was passionate about photography. Covering weddings was his everyday job. Bright lights, decorated halls, and smiling faces were always a part of his camera reel. For him, every wedding felt the same bride, groom, happiness, and the noise of celebration.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Missed Call That Changed Everything
The Unexpected Ring Sometimes, the most beautiful stories in life begin with the smallest mistakes. That’s exactly what happened with Anaya, when one evening, she received a missed call from an unknown number. At first, she ignored it, but when the number kept flashing again and again, curiosity pushed her to pick it up.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Writers in The Walls
Why are my pencils always gone? The moment I set one down, it’s flown I desperately scribble with pen, marker, crayon Whatever I can get my grubby hands on
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Fiction
LE SERPENT "The Snake"
At the dawn of the last century, everyone in Dijon knew Madame la Présidente de C—. She was the belle of the town: all dimples, lace, and painted smiles, with that same little serpent slithering across her lap like a favored lapdog. She would pet it in public, let it curl against her breasts as though it were her child—or her lover.
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Dreams
He woke up before the alarm, the pale blue of the room already suggesting water. Adrian lay still and watched the ceiling ripple. He had learned not to blink too soon. If he blinked, the shoreline would break. If he reached for his phone, the stairs would vanish. The maps required a quiet mind and an honest failure to wake.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
Of Morvannon and Sylwen
The forest was hushed beneath the moon, save for the silver song that drifted through the trees. Morvannon followed it,
By Kyle6 months ago in Fiction
"Weirdos" Chapter 2
I couldn't stop my leg from shaking waiting outside of Pallas' hosptial room. Across from my bench in the sterile hallway, I stared at the bare white-wall starting to yellow - hoping, praying, begging that she would be alright.
By Taylor Rigsby6 months ago in Fiction
A Whiff of the Divine. AI-Generated.
They found the jar under the overpass, tucked in a shopping cart that smelled like rust and rain. The lid was sealed with wax. No label. Just a faint shimmer inside.
By Jesse Shelley6 months ago in Fiction