Fantasy

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
Symbiotic: Chapter 43
(Chapter 43 is, almost exclusively, just a rundown of Sara Bloom's Full Character Sheet. Highlighting not only her Personal Growth, but just how much she has done for Haven Valley as well. Again, if you didn't come here eager for some quality Statistic Analysis... Chapter 44 awaits!)
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
The Day the Stars Went Out
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the night the stars vanished. It wasn’t gradual. One moment, the sky was alive—thousands of tiny sparks scattered across the velvet dark. The next, they were gone. Every single one.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
THE LANTERN OF THE LAST SKY
Wind curled like silver ribbons along the cliffs of Asterfall, carrying scents of pine, cold stone, and something older—something the villagers only whispered about when night grew too still. As dawn painted the sky in molten rose, Kael Rowan, apprentice mapmaker, sat on the highest rock ledge with his boots dangling over the abyss.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Lily
Gum drops rained from cotton candy clouds. She rode her unicorn through the fields of Dream land. She came across a bandit and charged at him, but he held firm, no flinching. He sat upon his mighty steed. His nose was high in the air. “I’m the Time Bandit,” he said. “What do you want?” Lily asked. “I am here to steal your youth,” he declared. “You visit me once a month and tell me this all the time,” Lily said. “You’re right child,” he said. “But you’re a mother now, correct?”“You know this,” Lily muttered. “This dream representation of yourself is just you as a child,” the Time Bandit said. “You no longer believe in unicorns and such childish things, correct?” She turned her back on him and he let out a divisive laugh. “You cannot escape me girl,” he mocked. Clocks filled the skies and they ticked away. “The flow of time only flows one way child,” he said. “It only flows forward, not backward.” “So let me play now. Then I’ll go back to worrying about my mortgage and getting my daughter to school on time, when I wake up. But for now, will you let me ride a damn unicorn through dream land during a gumball thunderstorm?” she said with her eyes burning with fire. He smiled and shook his head. “That is no way to talk for a young lady,” he teased. She rolled her eyes and the unicorn trotted past the smug time bandit. She passed events of her life. There was graduating college, getting married, and her daughter being born. She could even hear her own mother calling her home for supper. She listened to the ticking of the clock. She wanted her mother to have brown hair and be young again, but when she reached her,
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Fiction
Secrets in the Grey Stone
The chipped porcelain of the teacup warmed Elisabeth’s hands, but did little to thaw the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Rain lashed against the gothic windows of Blackwood Academy, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. It wasn’t the storm that frightened her, not anymore. It was the silence. The *wrongness* that had permeated Blackwood since the Autumn Equinox.
By 𝒩𝓊𝓉𝓊 𝒱. 𝒞.about a month ago in Fiction
Inside America’s Psychic Spy Program: The Strange Reality Behind a Very Real Mystery
Growing up, one of the shows that completely shaped my love for mysteries was Unsolved Mysteries. And honestly, nobody could have hosted that show better than Robert Stack. His voice alone was enough to make you glance over your shoulder at least twice.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
The Nutcracker's Curse
Emma Ross had always loved antique shopping, drawn to the allure of forgotten stories hidden within old trinkets. So when she stumbled upon the estate sale of the late Dr. Caldwell, a reclusive collector, she couldn’t resist. Among the dusty furniture and faded heirlooms, a peculiar nutcracker caught her eye.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Kids’ Matinee That Never Happened
Projectionist here… something was sitting in Theater 6 this morning, and it wasn’t any of our customers. Hey everyone. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I’ve worked at my local movie theater for about six years—mostly as a projectionist, which means I’m usually the first person in the building, alone, dealing with old equipment that likes to break at the most inconvenient possible moments.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Final Showing
My manager found an unlabeled film reel in the basement… and the movie showed our theater burning down. Hey everyone. This isn’t my story exactly — it’s my manager’s — but I was there for the aftermath, and it messed me up enough that I need to write it out.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 42
Chapter 42 Sara sat back on her heels, the Greatworm egg glowing faintly in its cocoon of spores. Her chest rose and fell with exhaustion, but there was a steadiness in her eyes now. She looked across the lake to Whistle, who had watched her struggle and endure without a word, his hawk perched calmly on his arm.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ The White House Christmas Thief
‘Tis the season of giving, and within the grand halls of the White House, the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Lavish decorations adorn the public rooms, showcasing mesmerizing Christmas themes. Unfortunately, the less fortunate souls shall never witness the splendor nor partake in the extravagant feasts that grace this festive occasion. However, there exists a White House Christmas Thief who harbors deep compassion for the destitute, and this tale unveils her most generous heist yet!
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction