Fantasy
The Whispering Lantern. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
On the edge of a quiet village, there stood an old wooden bridge that everyone avoided at night. They said it whispered when the moon was full, but no one ever stayed long enough to listen—except for a boy named Arin.
By Gabriel Waltoneabout a month ago in Fiction
Cui Bono
“This heist won’t work.” By Fredrick’s estimation, the look of bewilderment painting the face of the priest across the dingy tavern table didn’t make his statement any less untrue. To avoid his partner Grander’s inevitable stomp, Fredrick kicked his boots onto the table.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lovers' Folly
The midst of a battlefield is a terrible place for a revelation. That was the second thought I had when cannon fire began echoing across the plains from atop our battlements. The first was the ball in my throat knowing we were firing on the approaching army of Prince Caerwyn.The revelation? Despite all the hurt, and the pain, and the loss, I was still damnably in love with him.
By Vic Mousseauabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 45
Chapter 45 Sara’s Danger Sense thrummed like a war drum in her chest, pulsing louder with every step closer to the magma lake. Her newly Fire energy empowered Sporesight stretched outward to two hundred feet, its edges shimmering against the molten surface. She locked 1,000 microbes into the Sporesight, another 1,000 into her 20 foot Infectious Cloud, leaving 3,500 still free in her network. The numbers ticked in her mind like a ledger. Resources use required versus resources needed to survive. A constant tug of war, and not one that the environment favored her for.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Healthy
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December, 9th 2025 - I am dreaming of data screens, metal shapes, floating numbers, bulging muscles, and the allure of fat-slimmed, rippling-bodied figures. A shock interrupts my heaven. My eyes open to a familiar ceiling, in familiar quarters, in a familiar, floating, apartment building. An alarm resounds throughout the bare, white walls- made blue by the hue of the nightlight. I am delighted to exchange Heaven for a treasure of equal weight.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
En Passant. Content Warning.
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December 9th, 2025 - The refrigerator door hung open, expunging the cold air from the chillboxed realm of the keeper of the sustenance. Leftover rancidity wafted into flared, masculine nostrils—nostrils erupting with bushels of hair. It had been an Ocean Quahog’s age since the man had eaten anything. The light in the fridge had broken, and deluminated food had an unappetizing zeal. However, The Man knew if he had bothered to fix the problem, he would see that in the illuminated age, nothing was worth eating in the first place.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Three Wise Men
Christmas Eve in North America On Christmas Eve, three wise friends, Karl, William, and James, gather on a Microsoft Teams video call, speaking about their best friend, Jack, a sociologist of religion. Tragedy has struck: Jack was hit by a speeding car while grabbing lunch, losing critical amounts of blood. His family has donated, but he still needs more. Without it, he won’t survive.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 44
Chapter 44 Sara stood outside her Residence, the Greatworm Egg cradled against her side, spores drifting in a faint shimmer around it. Tas’s advice echoed in her mind: find a place of strong ambient energy for the bond to take root.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Voice of the Wind
In a remote mountainous region, where the valleys slept beneath blankets of mist and the peaks scraped the belly of the sky, there lived a young boy named Yazdan. His village was small—only a handful of mud-brick homes scattered across the rocky terrain—but to Yazdan, it was a world full of secrets waiting to be discovered.
By Zohaib Khanabout a month ago in Fiction
PART III — THE SHADOW IN THE LANTERN
The floating platform buckled beneath Kael as the shadow beasts swarmed, their serpentine forms weaving through the shattered walkways like rivers of living night. The air thickened with magic—wild, unstable, electric.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
PART II — THE SKY THAT REMEMBERS
The instant Kael and Elara stepped through the star-lit arch, the ground vanished beneath their feet. Wind roared around them. Colors bled like liquid starlight, swirling in impossible shapes—spirals of violet flame, rivers of gold flowing upward, fragments of constellations drifting like snow.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
