Fantasy
The Clockmaker of Mount Tempus
In the heart of the rolling green hills, nestled between the babbling brooks that crisscrossed the landscape, was the town of Mount Tempus, where time was a mercurial companion, elusive and unpredictable, bending and warping in ways that defied explanation. For the townsfolk, time had a habit of expanding fleeting moments into lingering hours, while years were curiously compressed into fleeting moments, as ephemeral as a sigh on the breeze.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
Demon is our New God
Warning: The following story contains mature themes and language that may not be suitable for all audiences. In a small village nestled deep in the mountains, there lived a group of people who worshipped a demon as their god. They had been doing this for generations, and it was the only way of life they knew. They believed that the demon would protect them and bring them prosperity and happiness.
By Vishalraj M3 years ago in Fiction
The Hand Reclaimed
Danica Gray, the “Hand-Reclaimed,” stood at the top of the tower of Flame and Glory, watching the world end. It did not seem that way to the people in the city below. They were all too astonished by the miracle to understand its implications. Nine stranger moons had suddenly appeared from the darkness of space, crowding around their doleful Oodrin, their native moon whose blue-gray light always ebbed and flowed perfectly with the months and seasons.
By Michael Strange3 years ago in Fiction
Hero or Villain
The sun had set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. The streets were quiet, except for the occasional car passing by. But in the shadows, a figure moved with purpose. He was dressed in black, his face hidden by a mask, and he moved with the grace of a predator. He was the hero of the city, once.
By Mohamed Samy3 years ago in Fiction
