Fantasy

Shattered Hourglass
The clock tower struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the empty streets. Liora held the hourglass in her hands, its glass cracked, sand spilling slowly across the wooden floor. Every grain seemed alive, glimmering faintly as it fell and She had discovered it in an abandoned shop, tucked behind dusty books and forgotten trinkets, calling to her like a secret she was meant to find.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Crimson Echo
The battlefield lay silent. Smoke curled lazily over shattered trees, and the ground was scarred with trenches and footprints frozen in mud. A faint red glow lingered in the air, like a memory refusing to fade. Kaelen stepped carefully among the ruins, his boots sinking into softened earth. Each step echoed, unnervingly loud in the quiet that had followed the war.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Sleepless Map
No one in the village had ever seen a map like this. It was small, worn at the edges, and its lines seemed to shift when viewed out of the corner of the eye. Arin held it carefully, tracing the paths with his finger. Unlike ordinary maps, this one whispered, faintly, as if alive.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Broken Compass
Talia stepped into the forest, her boots sinking into damp earth. The trees were ancient, their branches tangled high above like fingers hiding secrets. She gripped the compass tightly, but the needle spun wildly, refusing to settle. Every direction looked the same—dark, quiet, and unnerving. She swallowed hard, trying to calm the tremor in her chest.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Hollow Light
The town had never known true darkness. Streetlamps glowed softly at every corner, windows flickered with warmth, and even the river reflected light as if it were afraid to sleep. Yet, in the heart of the old district, there was one alley where lamps refused to shine. People avoided it. Children whispered stories of shadows that moved without bodies, and grown-ups simply crossed the street.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train at Midnight
M Mehran Ethan was the kind of man who always missed things by a minute. He missed the bus by a minute, the elevator by a minute, even his father’s last phone call by a minute. Life had taught him to live with regret like a second skin.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
When Lanterns Drown
The harbor smelled of salt, smoke, and old wood. Lanterns hung from every post along the pier, swinging gently in the evening breeze. Yet the light they offered was weak, flickering like it knew its days were numbered. People said the water had grown hungry. That it pulled light down into its depths, feeding on it until nothing remained. Most ignored such stories. Few dared to walk the docks at night.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Keys Without Doors
Adrian found the first key on a rainy afternoon, glinting in the gutter like something misplaced by time. It was small, brass, unremarkable at first glance. Yet when he turned it over in his hand, it hummed faintly, as though aware of his touch. There was no lock in sight, no chest, no door. Just a key with nowhere to belong. He pocketed it, half amused, half unsettled.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Orchard
There was a path few dared to walk. Not because it was long, not because it was treacherous, but because silence itself seemed to guard it. The orchard lay at the end of that path, a stretch of land abandoned by time, where rows of ancient apple trees grew without care, their roots tangled like secrets. People said no bird sang there, no wind dared to whistle, and if you stepped inside, the hush would fall upon you like a cloak too heavy to shake off.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Village Dreamer: How a Simple Boy’s Struggles Sparked a Brighter Tomorrow
Introduction: A Boy Beyond the Horizon In a quiet mountain village, far from the noise of cities and the glitter of wealth, there lived a boy whose life seemed too small for the dreams he carried. He had no riches, no special privileges, and no connections to powerful people. What he had were three simple possessions: an old book with yellowed pages, a half-used notebook, and a cheap pen whose ink often faded before finishing a page.
By wahdatulla5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
The streets of Aethel's older districts were a maze of copper pipes and crystalline conduits, perfect for an automaton trying to avoid detection. Cogsworth had disabled his external lights and muffled his mechanical sounds as much as possible, moving through the shadows like a ghost of brass and gears.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
"A Pawprint on the Heart"
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and flowing rivers, lived a man named Jacob and his dog, Leo. Jacob was a carpenter, known by the villagers as honest, hardworking, and kind-hearted. He lived alone in a small wooden house he built with his own hands. His only companion was Leo — a large, brown dog with warm eyes and a gentle heart.
By wahdatulla5 months ago in Fiction