Fantasy

River
Auther Name Hazratullah In the heart of the earth, far away from human eyes, a tiny drop of water was born. It seeped through the cracks of ancient stones, merged with others, and began to form a small stream. That humble trickle did not know that one day it would transform into a mighty river, carving valleys, nourishing forests, and carrying stories of civilizations upon its waves.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
Marvel/DC Comics Presents #6
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 The night air had a strange chill for a summer night. A lone taxi’s fare stepped out before a brownstone apartment and gauged the area after paying the driver. He stared at the building noticing that even with the street lamp it seemed darker than expected . As the taxi drove away, he walked towards the apartment building. The air felt more peculiar and familiar as he walked up the steps to the front door.
By Derrick Billups 5 months ago in Fiction
LAtenCy 01001
"You taste like the finest strawberry wine," Kalo says with breathy satisfaction, peppering Risha's outstretched leg with soft kisses.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Alley
By Islami TV The rain had not stopped for three days. It was not a furious storm, but a slow, steady fall that turned the streets into mirrors and the sky into a dull sheet of gray. People hurried under umbrellas, buses hissed through puddles, and shopkeepers stacked sandbags against their doors.
By جاوید علی5 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Breaker. AI-Generated.
POV-Seyra “To stray from the Dream is to fall into silence. To burn against it is to burn against eternity." — Gray Faith Monastery Scripture
By Morpheus of Stone5 months ago in Fiction
Me, the Old Man, and the Mysterious Box
It's not like all the stories and dreams you usually have, and it's often paranormal, but this dream may have been a vision, not just a simple dream, despite its ambiguity. It could have been a prediction of the future, like what's happening now, which is just the beginning of all the phenomena occurring now, such as drought and war. It was a different night, and the dream was almost different. The feelings were also almost real because I was deeply affected, as if I were truly living in that dream. It's hard to imagine nightmares that feel so real. In the dream, I opened my eyes to smoke and barren land. There was no water or vegetation, just barren land cracked by drought and destruction.
By ABDO5 months ago in Fiction
The Café Where Time Stood Still
The rain was relentless that afternoon, washing the streets in silvery streaks that reflected neon signs and hurried umbrellas. I ducked into a narrow alley, hoping for a shortcut, when I saw it: a small café tucked between two tall buildings, almost as if it had been hiding from the world. Its sign read simply “Café Temps.”
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Oracle in Aeon Verge. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Oracle is digital, outdated - composed of pixels and cascading binary code. She occupies a world of obsolete computer hardware in a vast server room. Cables snake around...metallic vines pulsating with ethereal light. The air crackles with the energy of algorithms and digital ghosts. She embodies the wisdom of a thousand lifetimes spent traversing the information superhighway. She is early internet aesthetics, distorted, 8-bit textures and chromatic aberrations. But she has learned how to configure, incorporating styles like Ash Thorp, Simon Stalenhag, Syd Mead and others, blending futuristic, high-tech elements and ancient artifacts.
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Fiction
When Aliens Aren’t Aliens
When Aliens Aren’t Aliens Why Faith Still Stands When the Skies Surprise Us By Joey Raines I leaned back in my chair, watching the question hang in the air. Someone had just asked me what would happen if we ever found aliens.
By Joey Raines5 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup Left Behind
It was a Tuesday afternoon when I noticed the cup. It sat on the windowsill of the little café I sometimes escaped to when I needed quiet. The cup wasn’t anything special — chipped white ceramic with a faint blue ring around the rim. It looked as though it had been forgotten, maybe set down by someone who had stepped out for a smoke and never returned. But there it was, catching the soft light that spilled through the glass, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Rain control
My Dream Story Perhaps my life isn't like other people's, and my dreams are very strange and sometimes difficult or impossible to interpret. That night, I watched episodes of TV series or movies. I don't remember much, but I always watch a movie or TV series before bed. The important thing is that on that night, which was also different from other nights, I fell asleep at some point during the night. In the dream, I looked up at the sky and saw how clear it was. There were no clouds or rain. The drought was terrifying, and people's faces looked like they were in a war movie due to the scarcity of water. People were only given one amount of water per person per day.
By ABDO5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Waited by the Sea
The sea was a thief. It stole things from the land and held them hostage in its fathomless depths. But for Elara, it had stolen a future. Every day for twenty years, she walked down the winding path to the jagged cliffs overlooking the ocean. The townspeople of Port Caelum called her "the girl who waited," a title that had long since replaced her name. Her ritual was as predictable as the tides: she would arrive just before sunset, a solitary figure etched against the dramatic sky, and watch the waves for a sail that would never come.
By Express Lane5 months ago in Fiction