Fantasy
The Clockmaker’s Secret. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a small European town stood a little clock shop called Teller’s Timepieces. It was easy to miss — wedged between a bakery and a tailor’s store, with a dusty sign that hadn’t been repainted in decades. But those who knew the place spoke of its owner, Elias Teller, as a man who could fix any clock in the world — even those long thought broken forever.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Carpathians: The Shadow of Negru Vodă
The wind howled through the dense forests of the Eastern Carpathians, carrying with it the scent of damp moss, resin, and ancient stone. It was a moonless night, when only fireflies and shepherds’ fires lit up the clearings. On that night, old Gavril, the last storyteller of the village of Runc, gathered his grandchildren around the hearth.
By Nyku Blondu4 months ago in Fiction
What If Columbus Hadn’t Discovered America?
Human history is filled with turning points — those moments when a single decision, event, or discovery changes the course of the world forever. One of the most important of these moments was, without a doubt, the year 1492, when Christopher Columbus reached the shores of the New World, opening an entirely new chapter in global history.
By Nyku Blondu4 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Lantern Witch of Saltwater Coven
“Sea Witch!” “Sea Witch!” “Sea Witch!” “Be damned to the darkest depths of hell.” A gavel sounded. It was much hollower than usual. The rain collected in the basin of the old trees’ trunk. The leaves had turned brown and dropped dead to the Earth. The vibration of the virtuous rapping travelled up through the branches and snaked down the very ropes that would hang several accused sea-witches that month.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
Parental Fear
The Knock She sat restlessly on the couch staring blankly at the TV. Her daughter, at the mall with her friends, was 10 minutes late, and her son, at his friend’s house, was going on 5 minutes late already. She shifted between angry and scared with each second of the clock.
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
