Fantasy
“The Clever Rabbit Who Outsmarted the King of the Jungle”
The sun had barely risen when the first roar of the lion rolled across the jungle like thunder. Leaves trembled, birds took flight, and even the wind seemed to pause in fear. Deep inside his cave, the lion—massive, golden, and proud—opened his amber eyes. He was the unquestioned king of the jungle, but not the kind of king who protected his subjects. He ruled through terror.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit of Power
The young chief sits alone in his lodge. It is night and the moon is full in the sky. The air is cool. He hears the odd chirrup of a grasshopper. The stories of his people are carried on the wind. They sit at a fire nearby, laughing with each other. He is grateful they can laugh. He cannot, nor can he hear their stories.
By Devin Konelsen-Loytomaki3 months ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Midnight. AI-Generated.
The town of Ravenhollow was known for two things — its fog that never lifted, and the lighthouse that never went dark. Perched on the cliffs like a guardian angel turned to stone, it had watched over the sea for more than two centuries.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
3 4 5 6. Content Warning.
Introduction This is my 3,456th Vocal Story, and I thought a piece about counting may be relevant. We sometimes count to get to sleep, and the creepy somnambulist picture by Jim Harter seemed a perfect inspiration for a tale.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Cold Moon High
The year was 1987 and Nikki Barnes was walking to school. She clutched a book to her boobs she wished she had. Her blue eyes shone like wet marbles. Her red hair shimmered with a sheen so brilliant it could blind passersby. She wobbled a bit while she walked. She could smell wet leaves as she walked. Orange leaves clung to her tennis shoes.
By DJ Robbins3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow
She woke up on the same street again. Fog covered the old stone road like a ghost, curling around the silent streetlights. The morning felt both too early and too slow. Shadows moved strangely in the mist, and she felt a heavy pull in her chest, the weight of knowing what would happen before it did.
By Wahdat Rauf3 months ago in Fiction
Thin Ice
The lake wasn’t supposed to be frozen yet. That’s the first thing. It was early fall, leaves still pretending to be green, air only barely biting. Nobody had posted a “safe to skate” notice, no red flags, no bored guy in a parka with a drill measuring thickness. Just me, my headphones, and a sheet of ice that looked like someone had laid a piece of glass over the water overnight.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
The Library of Forgotten Days
The library did not exist on any map. It had no address, no visitors, no librarians and at least not in the way one might imagine. It stood at the edge of nowhere, built from the dust of memories, bound together by the breath of time. No one came here on purpose. They found it only after losing something they didn’t understand.
By Wahdat Rauf3 months ago in Fiction
