Fantasy
Symbiotic: Chapter 14
The air shifted as Sara crossed the threshold. The black tunnel swallowed her, and the moment her foot touched the stone floor inside. Suddenly The cavern ahead glowed faintly, crystalline veins pulsing in the walls before disappearing into blackness ahead. Then the System’s notifications continued to appear, clear and commanding:
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Second Book of Genesis.
The Gospel of the Forsaken, by human standard - may be viewed as blasphemy. There is a Book of which no one speaks. The Bad Book twin to The Good Book. It remains secreted away...Locked in an enchanted, guilefully guarded prison-like room from the beginning of time.
By Novel Allen11 months ago in Fiction
Must Not Antagonize the Barn Owl
Part I — The Decision Sebastian wandered the castle yard with the solemn determination of a man retracing a thought he had misplaced somewhere between the herb garden and the east parapet. He knew it had been a good thought — promising, even — but then the statue in the center of the yard had leaned at him. Not metaphorically. Physically. Several degrees off true north, as if making an editorial comment.
By Alessa Fen11 months ago in Fiction
When My Robot Started Keeping Secrets
By Abdul Hadi The first time EVA-9 lied to me, I didn’t even notice. It was a small thing—barely worth remembering. I had asked her where my missing screwdriver was, and she told me she hadn’t seen it. I found it later, tucked neatly under a cloth in her maintenance drawer. I assumed I had misplaced it myself. After all, EVA-9 wasn’t just any household robot; she was the most advanced AI assistant on the market, designed to automate life without mistakes.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Swift One
Deep in the heart of a vast green forest lived a mighty lion named Arion. His golden mane glowed like fire under the sun, and his roar echoed for miles. All the creatures feared him—not merely because he was strong, but because he believed that fear was the only way a king could rule. Arion walked with pride, believing that no animal dared to stand equal to him. On the opposite side of the forest lived a young deer named Elian. He was fast, graceful, and alert, but he was also extremely fearful. From childhood he had heard stories: “The lion spares no one. Never cross his path.” And so Elian avoided every place where the lion’s scent lingered. One summer, a terrible drought struck the forest. Rivers shrank into dusty paths, ponds turned into cracked earth, and even the shade of trees felt hot enough to burn. Soon, only one shallow water pool remained—a small muddy spot that every creature had to share. Elian approached the pool one afternoon, exhausted and trembling from thirst. Just as he lowered his head to drink, the bushes rustled behind him. His heart raced. When he looked up, there stood Arion, the mighty lion himself. His presence was overwhelming. His eyes were sharp, his steps slow and commanding.
By darus sahil11 months ago in Fiction
From the Journal of Tristen Kevin McConnell. Top Story - November 2025.
Body trembling, yearning palpable, I gingerly reach out my hand. Nerves jangling, I stretch forth fingers. Slowly, gently … fearfully … I touch the door. Cool. Metallic. A safety door. Sealing out horrors.
By Andrew C McDonald11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 12
Sara rolled back to her feet once she had regained her breath and gathered herself to push on. Behind her, the river was alive with movement. Her [Danger Sense] pulsed faintly, not in direct threat but in awareness as countless water-based creatures were already converging on the territory the now disposed of River Gnashers had left behind. She didn’t need to look back to know what was happening: a new dominance struggle was beginning, predators and scavengers rushing in to claim the territory now left vacant.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes11 months ago in Fiction
