Fantasy
The Moon That Cried Silver Tears
The people of the world first noticed it during the great drought. The skies had been relentlessly clear for months, and the land was parched to dust. One night, a new star appeared, trailing a faint, silvery light. But it wasn't a star. It was a tear.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Veiled Dominion: Episode II. Content Warning.
The Circle of Thorns The air in the lower archives is thick. The lamps burn low. Solenne moves slowly through a chamber alive with static energy. The sound of a thousand glass tablets whispering back and forth saturates the air.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Sold His Dreams to Feed His Mother
At the edge of a small town, in a tiny, old house, lived a young boy named Ayaan and his kind mother, Mariam. Their house was very old and weak. The walls had big cracks, and the roof would leak whenever it rained. To anyone passing by, the house looked broken, but inside it was full of love and care. Even though they did not have much money and sometimes had little food, Ayaan always laughed happily. His cheerful voice could be heard in the streets, like a bright light in a gray world, bringing hope and happiness to everyone who heard it.
By Bilal khan 3 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michael3 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #9
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, woke groggily and found himself on the hardwood floor. He was for a moment unsure of his surroundings, but a sharp pain to his head and back reminded him. The room had flashing waves of energy that flickered about. It resembled the psychedelic art of the times. There was no mistaking the vast mystical forces at play before him. He saw the back of Doctor Fate. His golden cape flowing with the winds that were swirling about the room. His arms were outstretched and his golden gauntlets were crackling with golden mystic energy. There appeared to be a faint outline of an Egyptian ankh shaped by the mystic energy around them. Dr. Fate was engaged in mystic combat.
By Derrick Billups 3 months ago in Fiction
