Fantasy

The Spirit Box (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: Home Grown Terrorists I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Al Kapa-kai, a new group, had managed to blow up a building in downtown Los Angeles.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
The Archivist's Room
Miriam Hale had learned to measure time by the way dust settled. It drifted through the shafts of desert light that crossed the library’s high windows, bright as river water at noon. In the stillness before opening, she walked the aisles, touching spines as if greeting neighbors. Forty years in this small-town library had taught her the weight of silence and the comfort of routine.
By Rick Allen3 months ago in Fiction
The Magical World That Stole the Senses
Long ago, there existed a strange and wondrous realm known as Tilism-e-Hoshruba — a land where mountains floated in the air, rivers changed their colors,
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Candle-Maker’s Daughter; A Magical Realism Story About Light, Love, and Letting Go
They said her candles could burn without wax, without wick, without end. In the small seaside town of Callowmere, people came from far away to buy them not for light, but for memory.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
The Musician of Silent Roads; A Magical Realism Story About Sound, Grief, and Healing
Every night, the same song drifted through the sleeping town soft, sorrowful notes played on a violin that no one could find.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
The Child Who Spoke to the Moon Every Night
Every night, after the world had gone quiet and the house was asleep, Elara would climb onto the old chair by her window. She would press her forehead against the cool glass and look up. Her friend was always there.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Promise of the Wind: Chapter One
It all started thousands of years back in what was believed to be a mystical world, Almata, so far away from the earth, that it would take some centuries for anyone to get there.
By Alana Zian3 months ago in Fiction
The Witness in the Rain
The rain arrived without warning, the way grief always does. Nadia pulled her father's old Corolla into the gravel lot, wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. Through the blurred windshield, the motel emerged like something from a fever dream—neon bleeding red into the storm, the word MOTEL stuttering its electric pulse against the darkness. One letter had surrendered to time, leaving a gap like a missing answer to an unasked question.
By Prompted Beauty3 months ago in Fiction
Narcissus . Top Story - November 2025.
When He walked into my space, the barriers were left unsafe, crossing every inch of my own real self. I was open like a territorial book, every layer hooked, twisted and turned upside down by the clamor of his lies and attempts to help. He completely dismantled my work and deprived me of my power, always consuming my most precious treasures and then drooling over the goose.
By Darkos3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In Ravelle, time had a slower pace. The streets between the stone houses were meandering like the ribbon streets and every evening, in the air, the smell of bread from the old bakery and the faint scent of rain. At the very center of the town was to be found a little shop with a faded sign reading:
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Painter of Forgotten Dreams:
In every city, there are places that seem to hum with quiet magic an old bookstore that smells of rain, a train station where no train has stopped in years, a forgotten alley that always feels like dusk.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper; A Fantasy Story About Hope and Lost Souls
On the farthest edge of the world, where sea mist kissed the sky, there stood a lonely lighthouse. Its flame had never guided ships, nor warned sailors of rocks. It burned instead for something far more fragile memory.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction