Fantasy
Finding out about an affair through the Ouija Board
Characters: Linda: A 16-year-old girl wearing rose-printed pajamas. Samantha: A 36-year-old ghost. Scene: Linda’s bedroom, 11:00 PM. A full moon glows through the window, casting silver shadows across the room. Linda sits cross-legged on the floor, a flashlight shining over the Ouija board.
By Diani Alvarenga4 months ago in Fiction
THE EUNUCH'S GHOST. AI-Generated.
The palace at dawn was quieter than any grave. Mist clung to the tiled roofs, sliding down the eaves like pale fingers. Drums had beaten the morning call, but the courtyards were not yet alive with chatter. Eunuchs shuffled in pairs, heads bowed, carrying basins of water. Court ladies swept the paths with long-handled brooms. Their whispers were muted, nervous, as though the walls themselves had learned to listen.
By Bady Machi 4 months ago in Fiction
Crown of Shadows
The golden trident pulsed in Valen’s grip, its light slicing through the black waters like fire beneath the sea. He raised it at Nerida, his growl vibrating in the currents until even the fish scattered. In this vast cathedral of water and silence, he had taken everything he thought was denied him — power, fear, a throne. But none of it quieted the old ache in his chest.
By Deeanna Wolfe4 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
The water wasn't water anymore. Alexander understood this with a clarity that felt both new and impossibly old. What surrounded him was something else entirely - a substance that moved like memory, that breathed like thought. It pulsed with its own rhythm, a heartbeat that seemed to sync with something deep in his chest - something that had been dormant until now.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
Second Chances: A Love Story of Reunion and Redemption
“Second Chances: A Love Story of Reunion and Redemption” A heart-stirring second chance romance about lost love, heartbreak, and the power of reunion in New York City — a 2025 love story that proves some bonds never break.
By Shakespeare Jr4 months ago in Fiction
An Alien came knocking 🌠
Chapter I There I was, snoozing quite comfy and warm in the magic of Dreamland - when came a loud rapping at the door - startling me from my slumber. Who on 'earth' comes tapping at this ungodly hour. And I pause to wonder why Poe keeps inserting himself into my dreams and thoughts lately.
By Antoni De'Leon4 months ago in Fiction
Through the Keyhole
The door had never opened in my lifetime. It was as constant and unknowable as the spine of the house—paint layered until it shone like porcelain.. When we were children, my sisters pressed their ears to it, sure secrets were audible if you held very still. The key was gone, our mother said, with a practiced gentleness. “Gone with the old owners,” or “gone with the years.” Once, when I asked what was behind it, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and said, “A closet,” then, after a beat too long, “just old linens.”
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Fiction
The Night Market That Sells Lost Time
My phone died at 12:01 a.m., and with it went the last excuse not to think. I ducked behind the noodle shop to escape the sideways rain, and the alley stretched longer than it had any right to—neon dragging itself across puddles like spilled paint. A velvet curtain rippled where a brick wall should be. When I pushed through, warm light and citrus air slipped over me like someone else’s coat.
By Atif khurshaid4 months ago in Fiction
THE EUNUCH'S GHOST. AI-Generated.
The wind howled through the pines on the palace outskirts, carrying with it the smell of rain-soaked earth and forgotten incense. Beneath the roots of a crooked tree, hidden from the eyes of those who passed by during the day, lay an unmarked grave. No headstone. No offerings. Only loose stones, hurriedly piled by men who had been ordered to dig quickly and say nothing.
By Bady Machi 4 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Baron Von Greed was waiting for them. Cogsworth had expected pursuit, searches, perhaps even mechanical hounds sent to track him through the city's steam-filled streets. He had not expected to find the Baron standing calmly in his carnival quarters, examining the maintenance tools with the casual interest of a man appraising property.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
