Fantasy

Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish15 days ago in Fiction
Love is a dagger
You've been living in the Watchtower for a few years now, and everyone treats you as family, friend, sister, except Loki. He's always treated you as his entertainment, but you never minded; you found it fun at times, thought of him as a friend, and believed that he secretly thinks of you as one too. Today marks the 3rd anniversary of your joining the Avengers, and a small party has been thrown by the team for you.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)15 days ago in Fiction
📦 The Suitcase That Was Never Packed
so, so la mi so, so, so la mi so, .... and Here is my story The suitcase stood at the foot of the bed for more than twenty years.
By Zidane15 days ago in Fiction
"I want you to build my bunker!"
"Hello, Dona... Mr.President?" "Yes, Elon." "Sir, I've been thinking about our recent conversation..." "Which one?" "When you asked me to build a tunnel from the White House planned ballroom to Bedminster?"
By Lana V Lynx16 days ago in Fiction
The Cave Part 2
I walked a long time in the pale light that stretched from the other end of the cave. It seemed to get further away the longer I walked, and the gentle rise eventually turned into steps. I had begun to count them as I went, but then the number escaped me. Weariness sucked at my legs and feet, and for one moment I felt I was passing through water that threatened to push me back and under, but then I reached the opening. The light was so strong and bright, I wanted to cover my eyes for the longest time.
By Jamye Sharp16 days ago in Fiction
The last candle burning
The village of Elnor had always been a place of light. Nestled in a quiet valley, the townsfolk celebrated life with festivals, lanterns, and laughter that echoed from the stone-paved streets. But one winter night, the skies turned gray, the winds howled with bitterness, and a heavy darkness fell upon the land. It was not the ordinary darkness of night, but a strange, living shadow that swallowed the stars, dimmed the moon, and smothered every lamp it touched.
By Ihtisham Ulhaq16 days ago in Fiction
Test Chapter
Merlina Azazel = Eris Charon Styxe = Charon Vincent Grimm = Stolas It was a night like any other as Vincent Grimm locked up shop and prepared himself for another lonely night. The city was large and his business did well, but he found himself alone every night. It was strange that he was so financially successful and yet could not find a suitable partner. At least that's the way it was in his mind. He ran a successful book store and would often spend his lonely nights reading or learning how to practice cartomancy in his one bedroom apartment. It had been so long since anyone had come over that the dishes seemed to just pile up. He'd get to them on Sundays when the shop was closed. He opened his laptop and noticed a forum. Rakuhana it was called. It was for a game called Endless Online. He pondered if he should make an account for said game. He setup the gaming account for it and named his character Stolas. As soon as he logged in he went onto something called global chat to see what everyone else was saying about the game. Right when he clicked onto it he found himself looking at a female character commenting named Eris.
By Eris Willow16 days ago in Fiction
The Bed That Remembered Every Night 🛏
🛏 The Bed That Remembered Every Night The bed stood in the center of the room like it always had. Its wooden frame was slightly worn at the edges, smoothed by years of hands resting there, by blankets being tucked in, by bodies learning where comfort lived. The headboard held faint scratches no one remembered making. The mattress dipped gently on the left side, as if someone still slept there.
By Zidane17 days ago in Fiction
The Ritual of Winter
The Ritual of Winter When the cold demanded remembrance Winter arrived without warning, as it always did in the northern valley. One morning, the world simply woke up quieter. The river slowed its chatter, the trees stood bare and solemn, and the sky stretched pale and distant, like a breath held for too long. Snow did not fall immediately. Instead, the cold announced itself first, slipping silently into stone, skin, and memory, reminding everyone that winter was not just weather—it was presence.
By writermehran17 days ago in Fiction
The Space Between Bells
They met where no one lingered. The old stairwell behind the chapel was narrow and smelled faintly of dust and candle smoke. It was a forgotten place-too inconvenient for servants and too plain for nobility. That was why it was theirs.
By Mae17 days ago in Fiction
The Birthday Party That Broke the Pattern
Introduction Some children collect toys or stickers. Sarah Peterson collects patterns. Numbers, letters, names, dates — if it fits, she notices it. If it matches, she loves it. And when her tenth birthday lands on the tenth day of the tenth month, she decides her celebration should be as perfectly arranged as the world she treasures. But even the most carefully planned day has room for surprise, and sometimes the unexpected guest is the one who changes everything.
By Margaret Minnicks17 days ago in Fiction
THE STOLEN BACILLUS
"This again," said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the microscope, "is well,—a preparation of the Bacillus of
By Faisal Khan17 days ago in Fiction