Fantasy

The Forest of the Forgotten
A gentle breeze brushes along the leaves of the neighboring trees. I'm lying in the grass, tall and overgrown as far as the eye can see, making it almost impossible for me to see. The sound the wind makes had always brought a smile to my face, especially here.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Two
The storm pressed harder, waves breaking against the wooden pillars beneath us. The air smelled of salt and rain, heavy with something I couldn’t quite place — like a secret waiting to be spoken.
By Saba Writes6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Beauty Was Busy, So I Dated the Beast
I didn’t mean to date the Beast. Honestly, I was just looking for someone who wouldn’t ghost me after three dates and maybe owned a working air fryer. But then I found myself in a castle with peeling wallpaper, drafty windows, and a very hairy man roaring at a microwave. Life takes turns.
By Rohullah6 months ago in Fiction
Are You Brave Enough to Find the Invisible Map?
Some stories begin with a clear destination. Mine began with a question: “Are you brave enough to find the invisible map?”
By Habib king6 months ago in Fiction
The Wooden Rail of Memories . AI-Generated.
As soon as the Sun had gone below the horizon I was in my favorite rocker on the porch swing. It was the day of the year again.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Sunflower
The air had a metallic taste. It was thick, like something from a forgotten era. A time before the sun had disappeared from the sky. A time when the Earth had been alive with warmth, growth, and hope. Now, only shadows remained.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Wires
The Ghost in the Wires The first time Elias heard about The Ghost, it was on a hidden forum, buried three layers deep in the darknet. The thread was titled “Don’t Look for Him.”
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
On Stained Shores
The earth beneath the beach remained spread between the soft sandy shores or the sharp and roughness of rock. The rock may have represented strength; it was the sand that was slippery enough to conceal a potential trap or slip hazard; amplified even more so by the water's caress of the shore to advance the threat.
By Kent Brindley6 months ago in Fiction
Childers Grove
I stood atop of the bluff above the sea. The mist rolled off the ocean mixing with the smoke from the wildfires. None of the rays from the setting sun seemed to penetrate its wall. The sky was turning an eerie orange. What should’ve been a hot August evening was growing cold and a chill set in on my skin as I watched the mist and smoke curling.
By Stephanie L. Moreau6 months ago in Fiction
The Lamp
“Are you a currier?” asked the man in the doorway as I delivered his curry. “I didn’t make it, I just deliver for DoorDart,” I said, misunderstanding, or pretending to. The large man’s pupils were huge and he was sniffling. He clutched what appeared to be a very old bottle of wine in a meaty paw. The name on his order read “Mario.”
By J. Otis Haas6 months ago in Fiction