Fantasy
The Voice Coming From the Empty Room
A Voice That Shouldn't Exist When I inherited my grandfather's old house, I expected dust, memories, and a long list of repairs. What I didn't expect was a voice coming from a room that had been empty for years. The house sat alone on a quiet hill overlooking the town, its wooden walls weathered by decades of rain and wind. My grandfather had lived there alone until his death, and after his passing, nobody had occupied the property. The first few weeks were uneventful as I cleaned rooms, sorted old belongings, and tried to make the place feel like home. Then, one night shortly after midnight, I heard someone speaking upstairs.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Chapters
Why the EU Supported Pakistan – What Will Be the Reaction of India & Russia?
Why the EU Supported Pakistan – What Will Be the Reaction of India & Russia? Recent developments in international politics have sparked discussions about the relationship between Pakistan and the European Union (EU). Many analysts are asking why the EU appears to be strengthening its engagement with Pakistan and what the possible reactions of regional powers such as India and Russia could be. While international relations are often influenced by multiple factors, the situation highlights the growing importance of South Asia in global geopolitics.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Chapters
Why the EU Supported Pakistan – What Will Be the Reaction of India & Russia?
Why the EU Supported Pakistan – What Will Be the Reaction of India & Russia? Recent developments in international politics have sparked discussions about the relationship between Pakistan and the European Union (EU). Many analysts are asking why the EU appears to be strengthening its engagement with Pakistan and what the possible reactions of regional powers such as India and Russia could be. While international relations are often influenced by multiple factors, the situation highlights the growing importance of South Asia in global geopolitics.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Chapters
The Guardian Chapter 11
Alexander’s brain started working in overdrive as questions flashed through his mind. “Is this the partner I’ve been looking for? Will she commit to retaking the planet from the Beast Masters, and the most important question of all, can I trust her?” All important questions that only time will answer.
By Mark Gagnon4 months ago in Chapters
The Last Patient of the Abandoned Mental Hospital
The first thing people told me about Blackwood Mental Hospital was simple: don't go inside after sunset. The building had stood on the outskirts of town for nearly eighty years. Its broken windows stared across the surrounding forest like empty eyes, and its crumbling walls had become the subject of countless local legends. Some claimed they heard screams coming from the upper floors at night. Others swore they had seen lights moving through rooms that had no electricity. I never believed any of those stories. As a freelance journalist, I had spent years investigating supposedly haunted places. Most turned out to be abandoned buildings filled with exaggerated rumors and overactive imaginations. Blackwood, I assumed, would be no different. That assumption led me to the biggest mistake of my life.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Chapters
My Reflection Started Living Its Own Life
The first time I noticed something was wrong, it lasted less than a second. I was brushing my teeth before work, staring absentmindedly into the bathroom mirror. It was an ordinary morning with the same routine I had followed for years. The same apartment. The same sink. The same tired face staring back at me. Then I blinked, and my reflection blinked a fraction of a second later. It was so subtle that I almost convinced myself I had imagined it. I stood frozen for a moment, toothbrush still in my hand, staring at the mirror. Nothing happened. My reflection stared back exactly as it should. Feeling foolish, I finished getting ready and left for work.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Chapters
Sin Eater. Content Warning.
They brought her into the circular building through the opposite door he had come in. Leading her by that damn collar she wore for the purpose of the ceremony. As was the nature of the beast, she would look down, avoiding his eyes until she could not stand alone- then she would reluctantly lock eyes with him. It tore at his soul, he wanted to help her through the whole battle, he was strong enough. His jaw clenched, muscles rippling in his cheek as he ground his teeth. The escorts of the sinner followed her in, with Clement trudging behind. He was a wealthy merchant in the city, well liked, well respected, and he had more than enough to buy out the minimal punishment. But it was his 5th time he had dalliance with a young girl, so he would now be subjected to the consuming of his… appetites. Clements stood in front of Dawn- her collar was now fixed to a post they would ground the magic she channeled. Giving her a place to push extra power if her control of it weakened when she was flayed. The judge was reading through ceremonial bull shit, and Jacob willed her to look up earlier, but her head stayed resolutely fixed on Clements shoes. “And for the taking of a virgin, before her coming of age, being the fifth offense.” He was concluding the ceremony as they wrapped Dawns hands palm down to Clements hands. “It is the will of Kyn that 25 stripes must be had but 5 felt- each unfelt costing 5 Rayen.” No, Jacob’s heart caught in his chest. He could feel the anxiety rising, 20 stripes, damn Clements. He barely registered the money changer grabbing Clement’s coin purse and laying the 100 Rayen between the two in the ceremonial plate, “to be consumed leaving you vacant ever more.” The judge finished, slamming the tomb closed and stepping back to witness that everything proceeded as necessary.
By Maili Paul4 months ago in Chapters
Fairy Child
Moonlight glinted in the night. The sparkle of wings that were invisible except for the cascade of colors that they splashed across the trees lining the grove. She held her breath, holding perfectly still under the bushes. Legends said that you could become a child of fairy if they trusted you to appear. Legends said they would grant you magical abilities. And everyone told her the fairies didn’t exist but she knew the legends were more truth than the feeble world they could see. Silver moonbeams shifted across her hazel eyes from the edge of the toad stools that grew in clusters among the roots. They were right at her fingertips. “Please let me see you,” she thought so loudly she was sure that they had to hear. She knew that legend said if you entered the toad stool ring- you gave the fairies power over you. But it was also probably her best chance to see them. She scanned the toadstool, still hardly breathing. Her eyes traced the full circle until she found herself staring down at her hands. Watching her left-hand lift, trembling. Almost without her consent it rose slowly over the toadstool and with a resounding motion it landed inside the circle. She leaned across the toadstool line, acutely aware that the glimmer of lights had sparkled across the circle far from her as they could. There she froze- unable to leave, but too scared to push farther. Glancing to and fro at the glinting lights that were slowly, but very certainly moving closer toward her again. “PLEASE,” she screamed in her head. Then she felt tiny feet walking up her ring finger. Hardly daring to look, she peaked down at her hand. There stood a small human-like creature. Its wings looked like sparkling glass, etched with lacy designs, shifting from blue to green that almost glowed with its own bit of moon light. Its facial features were shifted to a beauty that outpaced human features; long, slanted, almond eyes, narrow nose, and full lips. As she stared, it flitted its wings, and with a twirl grew to her size, sitting cross legged in front of her. Its nose pushing gently against her own. Its hair twisted around its face and a jeweled golden circlet rested across its brow.
By Maili Paul4 months ago in Chapters
The Cave Part 16
It was early the next morning, and cool sea breezes rustled the leaves of the trees around the house, brushing against and dancing along the roof. Tharkin had made a hearty breakfast for the both of us, with steaming hot tea to drive away the chill. Everything I needed to reach the next town up to the north after descending the mountains was prepared. Water skin, dried fruit, a kind of bread cake that held itself together for many days without growing too hard and stale. I was a little concerned that I had no money to use once my provisions gave out, but Tharkin assured me that I would find my way well enough. He had foreseen it.
By Jamye Sharp5 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow
The first time it happened, sixteen-year-old Ava Thompson thought she was losing her mind. She was sitting in history class on an ordinary Monday morning when a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind. It wasn't a daydream, and it didn't feel like a prediction. It felt exactly like a memory—clear, vivid, and familiar.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Chapters
