Fantasy
nothing.
Something pushes you down steep stone stairs. You can feel the heat rising as you descend. Burning light illuminates the tunnel ahead, and if your hands weren’t holding onto the sharp stone walls, stretching to find balance, you’d use them to cover your eyes.
By Fraser Younga day ago in Fiction
AURA-BORN: The Academy of Darkly Contrived Magic
Whoever you really were wasn't just going to sneak into this world out of happenstance. You couldn't exist here out of sheer bravery or spite. You start to wonder exactly who this Miriam Broadweather is, and how precisely you managed to become her.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 days ago in Fiction
The Quiet Below
Niko dreamed of the cliff first, like always. — the same sheer drop of stone beneath his boots, the same clean horizon, the same measured wind brushing past him in steady intervals. He stood at the edge, hands in his pockets, looking down at the ocean far below.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Wake
Bane dreamed of the ocean often, though his version was never gentle. It came to him in jagged pieces — cliffs carved by storms, waves that struck like fists, a horizon that never stayed still. The water was darker in his dreams, almost metallic, reflecting nothing but the faint shimmer of his own eyes.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Fiction
Into the Void
Sara dreamed of the ocean the way she remembered it as a kid — cold, gray, endless, the kind of water that didn’t sparkle so much as brood. In the dream, she stood at the shoreline with her boots sinking slowly into wet sand, the tide tugging at her laces like it wanted her to step closer.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Fiction
The Star's Fallen Child
The worst thing you can be in Craemia is special. Okay, that's harsh, I’m aware, but it's true one: the more special someone becomes in this country the worse off they’ll be. I was protected, but now that protection is gone. One night of darkness cursing me to an eternity of such.
By caitodoesstuff2 days ago in Fiction
"You Are Here...?"
"The roar of the twin V-twin engines isn’t just something you hear; it is a violent, rhythmic thumping vibrating directly inside your ribcage. Your fingers are white-knuckled, cramping as you clutch the cold metal frame of the choppers. Your boots are wedged precariously between two massive Harley-Davidsons flying down a deserted desert highway in a terrifyingly tight formation under a surreal full moon.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 days ago in Fiction
Sins of the Father
You hear a loud crash from above. It sounds vaguely like violent thunder. The odor of burning ash fills your nostrils as your eyes flutter. Your vision is blurred at first. You wipe off your face, reach around to find your hat, and turn over. That's when you freeze, and you finally realize you're not alone.
By Jason Morton3 days ago in Fiction
