Fantasy
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Master Elara Vance found him three hours later. The workshop that had once been Baron Von Greed's private laboratory was now a scene of controlled chaos. Academy artificers worked alongside city engineers to catalog the Baron's equipment (the man himself had vanished in the confusion following the resonance cascade). Awakened automatons wandered the space, some weeping electronically as they rediscovered their suppressed memories, others simply marveling at the return of choice to their existence.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
The Second Chance Garden
The air in the geodesic dome was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—scents that had died everywhere else. Elara was the keeper of the Last Garden, a secret place where the flora of a lost Earth thrived under an artificial sun. But the garden’s true magic was hidden in its soil, a unique mycelial network that could feed on more than just water and nutrients. It could consume regret.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Lady. Content Warning.
Ophelia stood on the precipice, her toes dangling off the edge, loose hair whipping about her face and obscuring the branding on her pretty little neck. She smiled into that black nothingness of the ocean beyond her, and halfheartedly wondered if there was a darkness buried deep that smiled back. Ophelia only saw herself reflected in that dark mass. She inched closer to the edge of the dock, her toes curled around the sea-slicked wood.
By Rachele Quarnaccio4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Every Lifetime
The first time Amina opened her eyes, she was certain she had lived before. Not in the sense of déjà vu, that fleeting echo everyone experiences, but in a way that shook her to the core. She could name places she had never visited, describe the scent of flowers that did not grow in her country, and whisper languages no one had taught her.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Free Me, Please!
To the now-adult children who were read Kolobok in childhood: Greetings from the Fox's underbelly. Literally. I've been ghosting here for as long as parents continue reading my story to their children. Quite frankly, I am fed up. Sorry for the pun but I want out. So hear me out.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Fiction
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla The roar of the sea had been replaced by the clang of iron doors. For the activists of the Global Sumud Flotilla, who had set sail with nothing but hope and humanitarian aid, the sudden transition from open waves to concrete cells felt surreal. Yet, even in captivity, their mission refused to die.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Fiction
A Fiddler fiddles a Hollow Ballad of A 'King'. A 'White' House burning Red. 🎻🎻🎻🎻
In a vast metaphor of a house, painted white, a hidden room exists within its hallowed walls. It houses Hope, accompanied by a Dream-Spider which spins emotions on behalf of its resident. Spider escapes only in dreams, never ever absent from her celestial duty of watching over her charge. But hope had been on a long and leisurely vacation away from the room...happily so. For the world was a much brighter place, with hope visiting everywhere.
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Fiction
