Fantasy
ECLYRIA: The Crimson Fate
ECLYRIA: The Crimson Fate EPISODE 1: "The Binding" --- PROLOGUE *"There are things people do out of love. There are things they do out of fear. And there are things they do because their soul has already signed the contract before their mind understands the price."*
By Tsvetislav Vasilev2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Heart
THE CLOCKWORK HEART EPISODE 1: "The First End" PROLOGUE "There are loves so pure they burn. Not with warmth—with destruction. They consume everything: reason, safety, future. And when such love meets an immovable force, something must break. Usually, it's the lovers themselves." — Unknown
By Tsvetislav Vasilev2 months ago in Fiction
The Promise she let, GO!
Liyana once felt a quiet affection for a boy named Rayyan, someone she only knew through late-night chats and glowing phone screens. As time passed, her feelings dimmed, but the promises she had made to him stayed heavy like a knot she couldn’t untangle. She tried to walk away many times, yet guilt kept her tied to him longer than she should have stayed. Her parents sensed something was wrong and stepped in to protect her heart. They brought four marriage proposals, each one declined because Liyana believed breaking her promise to Rayyan was a betrayal.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room of the Divine Feminine
There is a room in the Great Temple that no one speaks of. It sits at the farthest end of the Hall of Libraries, beyond the galleries of kings and prophets, past the marble altars memorializing battles and miracles. Patrons walk past it without noticing. Priests avert their eyes when they approach. Scholars cough and scurry along.
By A.K. Treadwell 2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Sara continued her ever downward trek through tunnels and caverns. Her path was silent, as nothing lived in these tunnels but the Greatworms. And she had not run into a Greatworm in some time. The caverns she had last traveled through looked like a Greatworm had made it’s nest there, but the worm itself was long gone.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
True Peace for Soldiers
Old white men, they were, their bodies a rolling landscape of skin pulled tight and fallen loose. Pockmarked with moles and freckles, splotches of red, white, blue, and green, colors and shapes that hide behind the skin and fat of younger men. When they smiled, their eyes would become lost in the wrinkles and cracks of their brow.
By Devang Vashistha2 months ago in Fiction
The Museum of the Lost Girls Life
Marie Wildapple spent the first ten summers of her childhood cradled in Veilwood Valley — a place where the air always seemed to shimmer with secrets, and sunlight slipped through the leaves as if it had somewhere important to go.
By waseem khan2 months ago in Fiction
Heir of the Storm
+CHAPTER ONE — The Debt and the Dawn The Astral had no sky. Just memory wearing the shape of one. Grass crackled beneath Odyssey’s bare feet like burning pages. A wind moved through the brittle field, carrying the scent of distant rain that never fell. Above her, clouds churned like tender bruises under pressure.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Witch Stopped Waiting”
They said she haunted the forest long before the village ever existed. Some said that she had walked the earth for centuries, untouched by time. Others believed she was already dead, a wandering spirit wearing the memory of a woman's face. But the truth was far simpler, and far sadder: she was waiting.
By iftikhar Ahmad2 months ago in Fiction
