Fantasy

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
Midnight Key
Rude hour. Key on the counter. Old brass—cold weight—crooked teeth. No tag, no ring, no note; just presence where absence lived five minutes ago.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Village
The Silent Village When Silence Speaks Louder Than the Dead The road to Edevan was quiet too quiet for a place that once echoed with children’s laughter, church bells, and market chatter. Now, the village stood in an eerie hush, its houses shrouded in fog and its people moving like ghosts. No voices, no greetings, not even the sound of prayer.
By Farooq Hashmi3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales VI: A Gift for the Dragon-Girl
When the sun dipped low in the sky, the ritual began. The parents not yet numbed to it hugged their children close. The ones who could bear it watched the little ones toddle towards the lake; that black stain shrouded in mist. It repelled the eyes, as if it were a magic mirror, an evil one, and not looking at it could save you.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
What the Particles Remember
What’s quantum entanglement, really? Two bodies flung apart by the same violent collision, yet still answering to each other’s pull
By Echoes By Juju3 months ago in Fiction
The Witch and Her Boy
The witch carried her boy through the rain. His small body hung limp in her arms, blood soaking through her shawl where the soldiers’ boots had struck. The forest swallowed them whole—branches clawing, roots slick with rot. By the time she reached the hovel, her breath came in sharp, ragged pulls.
By Wesley C. Martin3 months ago in Fiction
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Door in the Forest
"Every threshold hums with memory; the Wellspring waits behind them all." — from the Codex of Dreamers The Walk The forest waited.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Shattered Suns: The Glass That Remembered Light
Long ago, before the sky learned to fade, there was a mirror that could hold the sun. Not one, but many fragments of light broken across time. They called it The Mirror of Shattered Suns.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
When the Forest Forgot Its Name: A Whisper Lost in the Trees
There are places the world forgets forests untouched by footsteps, where the air feels older than memory. In one such forest, silence was not emptiness but remembrance. The wind carried songs that no one could name, and every shadow hid a story waiting to be found.
By Zeenat Chauhan3 months ago in Fiction
"Let's Build Another Tunnel!"
“Hello, Elon?” “Yes, Mr.President.” “Let’s scrap our plans for the Russian tunnel. Let’s build one from the White House new ballroom and bunker to Mar-a-Lago instead.”
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Earth. AI-Generated.
The first time Evelyn heard the whisper, she thought it was the wind. She had been sitting by the old willow near the edge of the forest — her usual place of quiet since she’d moved into the countryside cottage two months ago.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction