Fantasy
A Message Written in Moon Dust
Dr. Aris Thorne was a geologist, a woman of rock and reason. The first human mission to the lunar farside was her life's work. As her lander settled into the dust of the Mendeleev Basin, a place of eternal Earth-shadow, her heart beat with a purely scientific thrill. She was here to read the moon's oldest stories, written in stone.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Remembering Room: Skeleton Key
[[Mystical, dark and dreamlike]] The room at the end of the hall meant everything and nothing to Coraline Parker. She was the only true living heir to her father’s estate, but that was only because her Aunt Meg refused to stay longer than a week. Meg Parker was a sour, willful, dreadfully calculated old woman who was the other half of her father in every way except death— though some would argue, she might as well join him there too because she was far too fearful to do anything remotely bordering on fun.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door - The Ones Who Came to Utopia
The night was still until the knock came. It wasn’t the kind of knock you hear on a wooden door. This one rang out metallic, hollow, like iron struck from inside. Adam froze where he stood, his friends gathered around the empty building near the parking lot.
By Mingling with the Moon 3 months ago in Fiction
