Fantasy

The Fairy Oak
Introduction I saw this image shared on Facebook by The Light Gathering Lens here. The music is "The Fairy Woods" by Tim Janis
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Fiction
Update: The Concession Stand Calls
UPDATE: The phone rang today… but this time, it wasn’t just the boy on the line. So, I wasn’t planning on updating because, honestly, I thought people would call BS, but a bunch of you asked for more details. And then something happened today that I can’t keep to myself.
By V-Ink Stories11 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] Update: The Never-Ending Reel
Hey, everyone. I wasn’t planning to post again, but I guess this is the kind of story that doesn’t let you walk away. A few of you asked what was on Reel 8.
By V-Ink Stories11 months ago in Fiction
The Red Exile. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Blackfen The only light in the Blackfen came from the dying day, a sickly yellow bruise smeared across the western sky. It didn’t illuminate; it stained. The air was a thick soup of decay and buzzing insects, and the ground beneath Rudrik Ashborne’s iron-soled boots was a treachery of sucking mire and hidden roots.
By Adam11 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 22
Jovie had been flying above the three totters. Her eyes scanned the layers of rocks. The four of them had woken up early. They were in search of fresh water.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
The Kallikantzari Are Here
Introduction This is inspired by a picture shared by Geoffrey Hudson on Facebook here: The music is "Out, Demons, Out" by The Edgar Broughton Band
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Fiction
The last message . AI-Generated.
I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone. At first, I thought it was just another notification from a friend or one of those annoying app alerts. But when I unlocked it, my heart skipped a beat.
By Evxian Zx11 months ago in Fiction
Ash
At first it was only a nuisance. A fine gray dust that gathered on windowsills, on the backs of chairs, in the creases of her thoughts. It followed her indoors, clung to her hair, rested on her tongue with the faint bitterness of something already finished.
By Aarsh Malik11 months ago in Fiction
Auroras Beyond the Last Forest - Mysteries of the North Pole
The journey toward the North Pole did not begin with coordinates or maps, but with a forest older than memory itself. The Taiga Forest stretched endlessly beneath a sky that never fully darkened, its snow-laden trees standing like quiet witnesses to centuries of travelers who had come seeking answers rather than destinations. This was not a forest that resisted passage - it tested intention. Every step forward felt deliberate, as if the land itself required certainty before allowing anyone deeper. It was here that the travelers gathered - not heroes in the traditional sense, but beings shaped by curiosity, patience, and winter’s discipline. Among them walked humans wrapped in layered wool and belief, forest spirits whose footsteps left no imprint, and small luminous fair folk - fairies - whose wings refracted the pale light into soft prisms. Even the wind seemed aware of them, slowing its breath as they advanced northward.
By José Juan Gutierrez 11 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Choices. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In 2045, the world lay in ruins — not from nuclear fire, but from nature's furious rebirth. Cities crumbled under earthquakes, coasts vanished beneath tsunamis, volcanoes blanketed the sky in ash. Humanity survived, scarred but alive, forced to rebuild from the ground up.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov11 months ago in Fiction
Interlude: Lions, Lifewheat, & Crafters... Oh My! (Chapter 57.5?)
Interlude: Lions, Lifewheat, & Crafters... Oh My! Called to Haven Valley by the System Recruitment Notice, the Crafter families moved slowly, wagons and packs creaking under the weight of tools and supplies, children perched on carts or walking alongside, their eyes wide with wonder. The Lifewheat Fields stretched endlessly, golden stalks swaying like a sea around them. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of grain, and every step carried them deeper into the Valley’s heart.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
Interlude: The Lions in the Depths (Chapter 53.5?)
Chapter 54: Interlude: The Lions in the Depths The Crystal Dungeon mine shaft stretched before them like the throat of some vast beast, its walls jagged with veins of crystal that pulsed faintly in the gloom. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of stone and dust, and every sound echoed across the dimly lit space. The drip of water, the scrape of claws, the thunder of golden paws striking earth. Shadows clung to the corners, and the deeper they pressed, the more the dungeon seemed to breathe around them.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction