Fantasy

The Secrets My Mother Kept
Brittney awoke to tears streaming down her face. In her lap, an old book with scratches on the back and front cover. Alexander lay still in the bed next to her, a monitor beeping every so often to the rythm of his heart.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Dreamcatcher
The attic smelled of dust and cedar, filled with forgotten trunks and yellowed pages. I hadn’t been here in years, not since my grandmother’s voice guided me through stories of our family’s past. Now she was gone, and the silence of the house pressed on me like a weight. Among the clutter, one object caught my eye—a dreamcatcher, hanging from a wooden beam, its feathers brittle, its web still intact.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Willow
The willow tree had stood at the edge of the lake for as long as anyone could remember. Its branches swept the water like long fingers, whispering secrets to anyone who would listen. As a child, I played beneath it, imagining that the rustling leaves told stories of distant lands. Adults warned me not to linger, claiming it was “just a tree,” but I knew better.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Glass Bones
I first noticed the change on a rainy afternoon. The sky hung heavy with gray, and the streets of my town shimmered with puddles reflecting the dull light. But something in me had shifted, an awareness of fragility that had always been there but was now impossible to ignore. I could feel it in my limbs, in my heartbeat, as if every movement carried the risk of shattering.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Echo of Ashes
The fire had been months ago, yet the ruins still smoldered faintly. Blackened beams jutted out like broken teeth, and the scent of smoke lingered stubbornly in the air. The town spoke little of what happened that night, preferring silence to truth, but I could not ignore it. Something drew me to the ashes, a need to understand the lives that had been erased, the stories that had not yet been told.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Paper Wings
The first time I saw them, the paper wings were scattered across the attic floor like fallen leaves. They were delicate, made from thin parchment, each fold precise and deliberate. I had never noticed them before, even though I had lived in this house my entire life. Something about the wings drew me in, a whisper of movement, a subtle energy that seemed to hum beneath the surface.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
"We need somewhere quiet," Ellie said, clutching her bag closer as they walked down the busy sidewalk. The Starbucks coffee still left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, but the stolen money felt reassuring in her pocket. "Somewhere private where no one will see us disappear."
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
Tobias had never questioned time before—not really. In a city where every street echoed with the punctual ticking of countless clocks, life moved in orderly rhythms, predictable and precise. Yet tonight, as he approached the old clockmaker’s shop, something felt off. The brass hands on the grand clock above the door were spinning backward, and the air seemed to thrum with quiet energy. A faint metallic scent clung to the doorway, carrying a promise and a warning simultaneously.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Carnival
The air smelled of caramel, dust, and something older—something that belonged to a time forgotten. The carnival had been abandoned for decades, yet its presence was undeniable. Tattered banners fluttered in the wind, and rusted rides creaked like ghosts awakening from slumber. Lila discovered the entrance while chasing a stray cat, unaware that stepping inside would pull her into a realm where reality and memory intertwined.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
Rain That Fell Backward
Mara had walked past the same street hundreds of times, but today it felt different. Between two crumbling shops, a narrow building had appeared overnight. Its dark wooden doors were carved with letters she did not recognize. Above, a small sign read: The Library of Vanishing Names. A chill ran down her spine as if the air itself were holding its breath, waiting for her to enter. She hesitated for a moment, then curiosity overcame caution.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Reflection Talked Back. AI-Generated.
The Day My Reflection Talked Back The bathroom mirror was fogged from the shower, yet I lingered in front of it, tracing meaningless circles in the condensation. I wasn’t really looking at myself—just at the blurred outline of someone who looked like me, someone who had lately felt like a stranger.
By Rashid khan5 months ago in Fiction
Tales from the Loom
When technology finally caught up to the desire to live beyond a single lifetime, The Loom was born. It offered a person a chance to step into their own reality. Any life they imagined, complete and convincing in every detail. Inside, a year of experience was merely a minute in the real world. Their new reality around them was filled with people who could love, struggle, and die, yet the one who entered was spared from chance or tragedy. A wound, a fall, or a bullet became a miracle of survival, and only old age could bring their story to an end.
By Michael Noon5 months ago in Fiction