Fantasy

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
A Conspiracy of Ravens.. Top Story - August 2025.
Dr. Don Griffin stood in front of the science class, strangely speaking of ravens. His students tilted their heads in question marks, wondering where he was heading with this line of reasoning. He had gone completely off topic.
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Fiction
5 Minute Romantasy: Oath
“Tsuren?” Fear laced his name. Her ocean eyes narrowed to the gleaming sword, and her alabaster throat dimpled beneath the tip. A single rivulet of sweat raced from her hairline and down her jaw before plummeting to her chest.
By Valerie Taylor6 months ago in Fiction
Under Three Moons - Chapter 1 - The Accursed Halflings
Chapter 1 - The Accursed Halflings Tomerys sulked as she ate her porridge. She hated the mornings, how the sun made her skin itch. She hated having to drink a nasty potion just to go outside. She hated having to go to nocturnal classes because she had fangs and therefore, could not be admitted to the morning school. It didn’t matter if she was also fae - they feared her curse as much as her fangs.
By CT Idlehouse6 months ago in Fiction
If Only She Knew Who Steals Her Clothes... . AI-Generated.
If you have ever lived in a Nigerian public compound before, you will understand that sometimes the real battle is not paying rent or sharing one bathroom with 12 people. It is protecting your property from neighbors who believe that borrowing without telling you is a normal way of life. That was the exact wala she was facing in her own overcrowded compound in Ouyo. UI was a young seamstress in her mid-20s. She was so hardworking that she could sew a full anchor gown in one night and still find time to laugh with her customers in the Morning. Her room was small, and the space was just enough for her wooden bed, her sewing machine, a big plastic drum of water, and a row of neatly folded fabrics she guarded like treasure. She worked from home most of the time, which meant that she saw a lot of compound drama in life, from Mamay's endless quarrels with her husband to the caretaker's daily habits of drinking broku from morning till night and still swearing that she was just tired and not drunk. Now, if there was one thing I loved, it was her.
By Teller6 months ago in Fiction
Under Three Moons - Prologue
Prologue - Moonsflower It began in the moonsglow beneath a Lacrimosal Tree, its branches gleaming with luna sap. Nestled in the cluster of dark crimson roots was a single moonsflower in rare form, for its petals only bloomed during Convergence, in which The Three Sister Moons danced in the cosmos, their magick radiating through the ivory thistle and copperlilies of Sioga Valley.
By CT Idlehouse6 months ago in Fiction
Dodge and the Elemental Air Ale
With a gut-dropping whoooosh, Dodge’s flying boots briefly seemed to forget the 'Flying' part of their description, nearly sending him tumbling into the abyss between two Sky Islands as the ever shifting winds suddenly decided he should not be there.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)6 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Map
The wind carried the smell of rain as Elias tightened the strap of his worn leather bag. He had found the map by accident—folded between the pages of an old book in his grandfather’s library. It wasn’t just an ordinary map. Strange symbols lined the corners, and the ink shimmered faintly under candlelight. At first, Elias thought it was just a forgotten sketch, but then he noticed the words written in faded handwriting: “The Valley of Echoes—where truth hides in stone.”
By Usman Ghani6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Coder
The Last Human Coder By the year 2040, human coding was history. Artificial intelligence had surpassed every human benchmark in software development. The AIs didn’t just write applications they designed architectures, debugged themselves, and optimized global systems in real time. Entire companies were run without a single human developer.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Day Ads Started Talking Back
It started with a banner ad. When ignoring pop-ups was no longer an option, the internet changed forever. At first, Jason thought it was a glitch. He was scrolling through an article when a flashing banner for a fitness app appeared at the top of his screen. Nothing unusual there. But then the banner changed, and the text read:
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
“Dream Within a Dream”
Ethan sat bolt upright, gasping for air. The room was dark, shadows stretching across the peeling wallpaper. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. He could still feel the touch of cold hands on his neck—the ones that had tried to strangle him moments ago.
By Muhammad Asad6 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction