Fantasy
God Among the Codes
Religion was never something I consciously chose. I was born in a country where Catholicism was the default. My parents were Catholic, I attended a Catholic school, and at home God was spoken of almost automatically—like grace before meals or old family traditions. It was simply part of the air I breathed.
By Pedro Miguel6 months ago in Fiction
The Temple of Rock Lake
Battered. Ragged. Barely standing. Griffin of Valleyfell stared up from his stump at what he imagined was once a proud, powerful beacon of hope to his right. The dense, soupy fog his people had nicknamed 'SoulSap' seemed to dance around it, rather than consume it.
By Adam Clost6 months ago in Fiction
Blood Moon
Conquering nations had always been a favorite pastime of Kisaburo. Defeating Isscaam, the northernmost nation of the tundra, had been no different. The igloo was crowded. Being a larger person than the average tundra dweller, Kisaburo always found them to be cramped. He stepped between two people and his eyes landed on a third. That made four inside, counting himself. Someone was missing.
By B. M. Valdez6 months ago in Fiction
A Stranger in Every Photograph
A Stranger in Every Photograph I found the photo album on a rainy Sunday afternoon, tucked behind boxes in the attic of my late grandmother’s house. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the pages yellowed, and the smell of old paper and faint perfume clung to it like a ghost.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
How Many Incense Sticks Should You Burn for Good Luck?. AI-Generated.
Quick Answer: Burn in Odd Numbers In many cultures—especially Chinese and Southeast Asian traditions—burning incense sticks in odd numbers is believed to attract good luck and positive energy. The most commonly recommended numbers are:
By madhav joshi 6 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Colors Fled
The Day the Colors Fled It started quietly, as if the city had taken a deep breath and let all color escape. I woke to gray skies and streets stripped of vibrancy. My walls, my clothes, the garden outside—everything was a shade of ash, steel, and stone. Even the sunlight seemed pallid, like paper left too long in the sun. I rubbed my eyes, convinced it was a trick of sleep. But the world outside my window confirmed my fear.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Door That Knocks Back
The first night, it was just the wind. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. The old farmhouse had been in my family for three generations, and I’d always loved its stubborn quirks: the way the floorboards groaned like old men, the scent of cedar in the closets, the front porch that tilted just enough to spill your coffee if you weren’t paying attention.
By Masih Ullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Café That Served Emotions
The Café That Served Emotions The café wasn’t on any map. Not in guidebooks, not on GPS, not even on the neon-lit streets of downtown. You stumbled upon it when you weren’t looking, through a narrow alley framed by ivy and flickering lanterns. The sign read simply: “Café Émotion”, its letters curling like smoke.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Letters to the Future Me
Letters to the Future Me It started on a Tuesday. I was pouring cereal at my tiny kitchen table when I noticed the envelope lying beside my bowl. Brown paper, neatly folded, with my name written in cursive I didn’t recognize. I opened it with cautious curiosity.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
