Fantasy

Lunatic
It was if she’d seen a ghost. The movements, the perception, the expression was all mystical. I couldn’t quite grasp it, I didn’t have a name for it but she just wasn’t herself. Her name was Cara, we had been dating 2 months and not until now had I seen this side of her, this whimsical and possibly paranoid existence. “Have you seen the moon tonight?!” Cara beckons, arms outstretched reaching toward the sky leaning back as she spoke in a sing-songy voice. Her tone laced with hypnosis, her appearance slightly pale. “No,” I said plainly, “what about it.”
By Nitsua5 months ago in Fiction
Under Three Moons - Chapter 2 - The Story of Fyonai
Tomerys brooded in the back of the night school classroom. Her rune tiles lay neglected upon her desk. Alchemical Runes was never her best subject. She could never remember what symbols correlated to each element. The rest of the class was setting up their ritual stars, placing the proper occult items and runes in the spires.
By CT Idlehouse5 months ago in Fiction
An Emerald's Fire
I knew they were coming for me when the ghosts vanished. This happens all too often, so I knew what to do. I had only been getting a small meal at this wayside tavern, and I always pay in advance. My personal, precious, possessions are always on my person; the clothing in my travel packs are well worn and easily replaced. I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder-
By Meredith Harmon5 months ago in Fiction
The Hidden Library
The Hidden Library Max had always loved books. His room was stacked from floor to ceiling with novels, short stories, and dusty encyclopedias he’d inherited from his grandparents. But nothing in his collection compared to the thrill of the local library—the scent of old pages, the quiet hum of readers, and the promise that somewhere, in the middle of those shelves, a story might reach out and grab him.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Fiction
The Invisible Friend
The Invisible Friend Emma was seven when she first heard the whisper. It was soft, almost like a sigh drifting through her room on a winter evening, when the house creaked and the shadows stretched long and thin.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Fiction
Letters From a Stranger
The first envelope arrived on a gray Monday morning. Daniel nearly stepped on it as he left for work, a plain white slip folded neatly in half, no stamp, no handwriting on the outside. He thought at first it was an advertisement, one of those flyers that drift onto porches in the night.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Remembers
The Mirror That Remembers The bell above the thrift store door jingled softly as Lena stepped inside. Dust motes swirled in the golden light from the afternoon sun, and the air smelled faintly of old paper, cedar wood, and forgotten time. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular—just a distraction from the silence of her empty apartment.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Fiction
Spirits and Ghosts. Top Story - September 2025.
The first time it happened, I was six years old. My neighbor friend, Barry, who was eight, was trying to convince me to climb a tall, old tree. Up he went, without a hitch. I hesitated.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Fiction
Starlight Café Pt.2. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: Opening Calm The neon sign outside buzzed, its glow softening against the early gray light. “Starlight Café Open 25/8.” The letters flickered once, like a breath, then steadied.
By Ai.Pendrake5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander shut his bedroom door and waited, listening to his grandmother's footsteps fade down the hallway. The sound of her favorite soap opera drifted up the stairs - she'd be occupied for at least an hour.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Harry and the Owl’s Secret
Harry lived in a small town at the edge of a vast forest. While most kids avoided the woods, claiming they were too dark and strange, Harry felt drawn to them. He loved the hush of the trees, the song of the wind, and the secrets hidden in the silence.
By Abdur Rahman shah5 months ago in Fiction
Runemaster 8
(Click here to read the previous chapter) Death walked boldly down the streets of Eidholm. His long back hair trailed behind him as if tossed by a non-existent wind, for even the wind died in his wake. The cobbles crumbled at the touch of his feet, and a dark miasma surged out from beneath his crimson robe, driving all caught within the black cloud to commit horrendous deeds before their own gruesome deaths.
By Mark Stone5 months ago in Fiction