Fantasy
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The mansion stood at the edge of the world—or at least that’s what Elias liked to say. Once a grand estate, now only the wind knew its name. The roof had caved in like a sigh, vines grew through the cracked marble floors, and every step echoed as if the house itself were breathing.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Breath and The Dream
The Breath and The Dream (Recovered fragment, origin predating the Codex of Breath; scribe unknown.) Before time was counted, She lay within Herself. Darkness and silence were one, and that oneness was peace. Then She stirred. Not to speak, but to dream. The Dream was Her body unfolding—rivers became veins, stars Her twinkling thoughts. But a dream cannot live without breath. So She exhaled. And in that breath, the Dream gained form and began to think itself real. Thus the world was born, a breath mistaken for a voice, a thought believing it had woken. We are that breath. We are that mistake. When the Mother sleeps, we move through her dreaming. When She dreams, we call it living. But when She breathes again, and Her exhale meets her own reflection— The Dream will remember that it was never separate.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
The Veiled Dominion
The Night That Fled Before the Breath, we lay beneath Her dreaming. The sky was shut, the seas unmoving. No hunger, no death—only the droning of her sleep. But the Mother exhaled. And the light penetrated shadow, seeking its reflection. From that reflection came thought. From thought, fear. From fear, the first heartbeat that was not Her own. The world opened its eyes— And sleep, frightened by the loss of silence, fled into the Deep. We chase it still. Every night we close our eyes, And beckon the dream we once were. Yet the truth endures: We are no longer the dream. We are the dreamers. And She—” (soft exhale) “—She is the dream.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales VII: Another Gift
Orla took another parcel of food down to the lake the next night for the wild girl, and another one the one after that. Brenna showed her how to fish. They got perilously close to the cavemouth, but neither girl mentioned it, or even looked that way. Orla wondered if the dragon was home, or not, and decided not to mention it. Better to squash the wondering. It got easier and easier.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
War or Peace
To the untrained eyes of uneducated earth dwellers, it simply looked like the gathering of storm clouds, and they would be partially correct. There was a storm brewing, but not the kind most people were expecting. This storm would determine the very existence of not only humanity but the Gods themselves. Since Earth was part of the nine realms, it was a given that what happened in another realm almost always affected this planet.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Fiction
The Moonborn Chronicles: Secrets of the Crystal Realm
There are worlds that live in the light, and there are worlds that exist only when the moon rises. The Moonborn Chronicles: Secrets of the Crystal Realm begins in that silver twilight a place between dreams and waking, where shadows shimmer and truth hides beneath beauty.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Ember of Eldoria: A Forgotten Kingdom’s Rise from Ashes
Every story begins with a spark a faint glow in the darkness that refuses to die. The Last Ember of Eldoria begins with that kind of spark. Once, Eldoria was a proud and thriving land filled with music, light, and honor. Then came the storm a war that shattered the kingdom and buried its name beneath centuries of silence.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
