Fantasy
The King and the Swift One
Deep in the heart of a vast green forest lived a mighty lion named Arion. His golden mane glowed like fire under the sun, and his roar echoed for miles. All the creatures feared him—not merely because he was strong, but because he believed that fear was the only way a king could rule. Arion walked with pride, believing that no animal dared to stand equal to him.
By darus sahil2 months ago in Fiction
From the Journal of Tristen Kevin McConnell. Top Story - November 2025.
Body trembling, yearning palpable, I gingerly reach out my hand. Nerves jangling, I stretch forth fingers. Slowly, gently … fearfully … I touch the door. Cool. Metallic. A safety door. Sealing out horrors.
By Andrew C McDonald2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 12
Sara rolled back to her feet once she had regained her breath and gathered herself to push on. Behind her, the river was alive with movement. Her [Danger Sense] pulsed faintly, not in direct threat but in awareness as countless water-based creatures were already converging on the territory the now disposed of River Gnashers had left behind. She didn’t need to look back to know what was happening: a new dominance struggle was beginning, predators and scavengers rushing in to claim the territory now left vacant.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
Discovering a Forgotten Room
Sabrina never paid attention to the architecture of the bed and breakfast when she’d purchased it with a loan from the Coven. It was the size she needed for her business and she was fully focused on the actual running of that business.
By Reb Kreyling2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 11
The river was quiet. Stereotypically too quiet. Her [Danger Sense] told her it was a lie, a soft but constant drumbeat in her head. Something lived there. Something claimed the river as theirs. Something kept a jungle of predators from its waters.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 10
Sara leaned against the base of the tree, the mist of spores from her robes glowing faintly in the dim morning light. She had been turning the numbers over in her mind since checking her status, trying to understand why her Mycorrhizal Network felt different, stronger, yet still limited. What determined its growth. Its abilities?
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 9
Sara stood in the cave, focusing as she called into being new robes to protect her. Her first robe had already been reabsorbed into her fungal network, leaving her only in a torn shirt and pants, fabric shredded from claws, stone, & fire. She shivered slightly in the damp air, but her focus was absolute.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
