Fantasy
Fighting the Ice Vampire: Adventures of Samurai Santa
Directions for Learning to Unlearn and Navigating in coldest weather of hell> > > Remember these words> > . . . .looking through the eye of the heart. . . . . while visiting nihongo or Japan to give gifts to children during christmas, santa falls from the chimney of a house of samurai, hearing santa scream to the fangs of an easter vampire bunny of terror . . . . . . the famous words . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne10 months ago in Fiction
Hops
The Easter Bunny hopped down the bunny trail. He went from house to house leaving an Easter basket and a stuffed toy at each home. He came to a house unlike the rest. A storm cloud hung over her house. She lived in a purple house and there were all kinds of moans coming from inside the house. They were no doubt the tormented sounds of ghosts dwelling inside. Hops, the Easter Bunny trembled as he looked up at the creepy house. He knew a witch lived there and he knew it was haunted.
By DJ Robbins10 months ago in Fiction
Vampire Slayer of the Decade. Content Warning.
Mac stood in the unlit alley looking at the grotesque position this young 16 year old girl was in. She was completely devoid of any blood in her system; he could already tell. Her throat was slit as if she were drained with no blood that was nowhere on the ground. He stood there silently just thinking about how he got in this predicament.
By Tabitha Hinkley10 months ago in Fiction
How to Train Your Unicorn
Congratulations! Despite incredible odds, you found a Malchezedek tier unicorn. It must’ve been a once-in-a-lifetime experience! So now you’re wondering how can you interact with this majestic creature again. Well there are things you should know and certain steps to follow.
By Gabriel B. Shames10 months ago in Fiction
How to Become a Werewolf. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Thank you for choosing Lycan Brands for your life alteration. WARNING: Side effects of becoming a werewolf may include: bloodlust; drowsiness; insomnia; increased appetite; nausea and decreased appetite caused by overeating; supernatural strength; intermittent and inexplicable aches and pains; itchiness and rash. Do not proceed if you are allergic to becoming a werewolf, or have vasovagal syncope related to the sight of blood (sudden drop in blood pressure resulting in loss of consciousness), or if you are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden10 months ago in Fiction
How To Keep Your Little Weather Machine From Eating Your House
1. First Things First: Not a Magic Box. Look. Whistles of that chrome cylinder in your hallway? It is not here to have an easier life. It's a mirror. A hungry one. My next-door friend Frank had it installed by him when Martha died, because he could always dial up "Sunny & 72°" and get his way.
By Edward Smith10 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Whispering Sands. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Gilded Desert lay the city of Orizon, a place of shimmering heat and relentless mechanics. In Orizon, the sun never truly set; it hung like a heavy brass coin in the sky, illuminating a civilization obsessed with the passage of seconds. Here, time was not an abstract concept or a natural flow. It was a physical currency—shimmering, chronological sand carried in glass vials.
By Md. Rejaul Karim10 months ago in Fiction
The Human Soul Inspection Handbook. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Introduction: This handbook provides instructions for the categorization and classification of human souls. Tier IIIÂł Associates and above in the Souls Receiving Department are required to be familiar with this document.
By J. Otis Haas10 months ago in Fiction
Tall Timmy & the Top Hat
Timmy wasn’t just short—he was the shortest seventh grader in his class. In his school. In his town, even. He had to stand on his tippy toes to reach the faucet in the restroom. He had to suck in his breath and reach for his lunch tray until his back cracked. He had to find small windows of space in the horde of classmates during dismissal, just to spot his mom’s car. She frequently circled the pick-up line, as if she were a fixture on the worst carousel ever.
By SUEDE the poet10 months ago in Fiction
