Fantasy

You Are Darkness
You move gracefully as you saunter through the night. The moon is full above you while the stars are black. It should be unsettling but the absence of the stars doesn’t affect you like it has the others. While they moan, almost in pain, crouching over to clutch their stomachs, you pull your shoulders back, chest out, and walk swiftly with your head held high.
By B. M. Valdez5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
The Morning Light August 19, 2005 The beach stretched endlessly in both directions, a ribbon of silver sand unmarked by footprints or debris. It was that liminal hour just before dawn when the world held its breath, suspended between night and day. The lighthouse at the far end of the bay had already stopped its rotation, leaving only the faintest echo of its beam painting ghosts across the water.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Three days later, Cogsworth made his decision. He left the Academy during the lunch period, slipping away while Sarah Chen was distracted by a complex alchemical equation. His brass-shod feet carried him through Aethel's winding streets with mechanical certainty, even as his decision circuits churned with uncertainty.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Raid of Kergan Tordal
The Goblin settlement of Skritch Hollow clung to the edge of a sulfur-choked ravine like a cancerous scab on the Undershroud’s skin. To the Red Hand Orcs, it was a feast waiting to be torn apart.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)5 months ago in Fiction
Fairy Berries and Berry Fairies
Name: Fairy berry Physical Characteristics: Bright blue, seedless, segmented pseudo berries. The fruits grow in trailing clumps like currants. Color changes when heat is applied.
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Fiction
Three
Introduction This tale is inspired by the wonderful "Nighttime Delight" which you can buy here from Carl B Parker: Carl's website is here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The City of Endless Echoes
No one remembered when the city had first begun to echo. Travelers spoke in whispers, claiming that the streets carried every word ever spoken within their walls. The market squares hummed with laughter long forgotten, alleys moaned with arguments that had been silenced centuries ago, and rooftops trembled under the weight of promises and confessions that the wind could not carry away.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Heart
Elias had always been fascinated by machines. Not ordinary clocks or gears, but the intricate mechanisms that seemed almost alive, tiny universes of spinning wheels and interlocking cogs. In his workshop, every device hummed with a quiet rhythm, a testament to human ingenuity. But there was one invention he kept hidden, even from himself, until the day the heart arrived.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Forest
The forest had always been alive. Not with birds or small creatures, though they existed, but with something older, something that felt like memory itself. Travelers spoke of the whispers carried on the wind—fragments of forgotten dreams, long-lost secrets, and the voices of those who had once walked the paths. Few dared enter. Fewer returned.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Last Hour
--- The town of Norswick had always trusted its time to one man. Master Horlin, the clockmaker. For forty years, he shaped hours with his tools, polishing gears, oiling springs, balancing pendulums with the care of a father tending children. He was not rich, nor famous. Yet everyone depended on him, because the great clocktower at the center of town never failed. Its bells rang with perfect precision. Its hands never faltered. Trains ran on time. Shops opened and closed to its rhythm. Marriages, funerals, births—all marked by its unerring chime.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Stole the Moonlight
The moon hung low that night, swollen and silver, as though it had drifted closer to listen. Villagers gathered in the fields, pointing at its glow, whispering prayers. It had always been a companion, steady and reliable. But that was the last night it shone.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction
The House That Vanished Each Night
People in the village never spoke of the house at the hill’s edge. It wasn’t fear that silenced them, not exactly. It was something closer to exhaustion. After generations of whispers, warnings, and lost explanations, silence became easier than trying to understand.
By syed5 months ago in Fiction