Fantasy

Dark Supcysilogy
In the quiet town of Elmbrook, nestled between misty woods and winding roads, lived a man named Daniel Frost. On the surface, Daniel was the perfect neighbor—polite, clean-cut, always helpful. But beneath his calm demeanor lay a mind deeply engrossed in a dangerous game: psychological control.
By Zubair6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Roar
The Last Roar In the heart of an ancient jungle where time seemed carved into tree bark and whispered through leaves, two kings ruled in silence—the lion and the wolf. One was the traditional sovereign of the savannah, a creature of golden mane and commanding roar. The other, a shadow from the mountains—silver-eyed, silent, and ruthless.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Parlay and Desecration
As our lips danced and wrestled and our tongues formed the frontal assault into enemy territory, it felt as if we had been locked in a heated, passionate battle for hours. The cold, harsh reality that existed outside of her plump pinks and my smaller, firmer mouth was that it had merely been minutes.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Fiction
Birdie the Dragon Cat
Birdie the Dragon Cat was not particularly keen on hatching dragons. She’d rarely been around any save for her own mirrored reflections, and even that wasn’t very enticing. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t like the rest, who were more dragon than not. Whose bright idea was it anyways to mix the two? Her puffy, face with its pesky whiskers, short stout legs and rosy paws confused all the others from the litter. Others for whom had fewer feline qualities with catlike faces and portly dragon bodies. Some even sprouted wings and breathed fire if they were lucky. They didn’t know what to do with the tiny dragon cat who was more cat than dragon. In fact, the only thing dragon-like about Birdie the Dragon Cat was a small patch of emerald green scales along the tip of her spine and a spiky tail, but even those were covered in patches of silver fur.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
*The Great Goat Escape*
In the quiet village of Chamakpur, where the days passed like slow-moving clouds and the loudest sound was usually the rooster’s morning call, one creature had a talent for turning calm into comedy: Bakri No. 47.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
*The Mysterious Suitcase*
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in the village of Nangal, the kind where even the chickens seemed to yawn in slow motion. Shabir, the tea stall owner, wiped down his counter with a faded cloth, the kettle humming softly beside him. That’s when he saw it—a black suitcase, sitting upright on the wooden bench outside his shop, as if it had been waiting for someone important.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
A Strange Shop in a Forgotten Village In the heart of a fog-veiled village, nestled between a forgotten bakery and an abandoned tailor’s shop, stood a curious little storefront with a creaky wooden sign that read:
By Echoes by Shafi--6 months ago in Fiction
Become A Millionaire
.1 Don't be rude in conversation. 2. Control your anger. 3. Do good to others. 4. Avoid pride. 5. Forgive others. 6. Speak softly.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song of Elaris. Content Warning.
In the mist-shrouded valley of Elaris, where the mountains hummed with forgotten magic, lived a young bard named Lyria. Her voice could weave spells, a gift inherited from her mother, who vanished when Lyria was a child. The villagers revered Lyria, but her heart ached for the mother she barely knew and the songs she could no longer sing—songs that once tamed storms and mended broken souls.
By Am@n Khan 6 months ago in Fiction
Doctor Who: 'The Parting of the Ways' is One of the Darkest Episodes that Features Multiple Deaths
Doctor Who has continued to surprise me with random dark moments I am not expecting to occur in several episodes. One of the darkest episodes is the finale of the 9th doctor, who is trying to destroy the last of an alien race known as the Daleks, once and for all. They had murdered his people, and he vowed avenge on them once he realized they were still alive.
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Fiction
The Binding
Nightmares run in the family. I don’t speak much about them, or speak much at all. I know my captor’s foreign tongue, and can cipher and sum with the best of them. I simply have no need to brag like the lot of them, the pieces of limp, chewy seaweed that they are.
By Meredith Harmon6 months ago in Fiction
The Silver Whistle - Episode Two (You might enjoy this more if you read episode one first.)
It's Tuesday night, and the regulars are back in. Frank notes the arrival of each one. After they have ordered a scotch from Penny at the bar, they trot to their usual space in the back room.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction