Fantasy

Staggered
Staggered: Upon a Secret Cavern Quite a long time ago, in a little town settled in the slopes, there carried on with a youngster named Amara. She was an inquisitive and daring soul, continuously searching for the following enormous rush. Her folks were basic ranchers who endeavored to accommodate their family, yet they never entirely grasped their little girl's wild soul.
By Srini V4 years ago in Fiction
Uncovering the Mystery
Introduction The story of the missing treasure has been one of the most fascinating mysteries of recent times. It all began when a wealthy businessman, whose name has been lost to history, disappeared without a trace. The businessman was known to be a shrewd investor, and rumors had it that he had accumulated a considerable fortune over the years. It is believed that before he vanished, he hid a large sum of money somewhere in his mansion, which was his primary residence.
By Keerthana Thirumalairaj4 years ago in Fiction
TimeBox Oddity
Hazle Marks received the call she dreaded most; in the middle of the night. Her father was dying, fading fast. She hustled out of bed, tossing on her house shoes and coat. Driving into town, she turned into Homestead Hospice Care and performed the worst parking job she had ever done. Slamming the car door, she did not bother to lock it. Instead, Hazle walked as fast as she could inside. A nurse, whose nametag said “Lyn,” waited outside her father’s room for her arrival. Her heart beat loud within her chest. Her emotions roiled inside her, ready to burst.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction
Starlit Queen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. For most, space is death. A cruel, unforgiving place. Once one is alone, full of fear, and languishing for breath, to shout or wail is warranted, albeit impossible; a great many have indeed died out in the void like this. Yet, space is a far cry from either malicious or malevolent. It is dangerous, but it lacks temperament, or mindset, or being. So my logical brain dictates. But I can’t help wondering, even now, as I did then, if that is entirely true. As I floated aimlessly. Pacific in an intangible realm of glorious light and colour, and of unending mystery and sublime terror. Of course the truth is much simpler than that. I do not have lungs or any similar organs in which air passes through, nor vocal cords with which to convey a scream. However, I can accurately replicate the screams, and like sounds of creatures which do possess such organs, at all frequencies. And similarly, I have the capacity to detect sounds with my advanced biomechanical auditory sensors. Thus if I so desired, I could… hear a scream in the vacuum of space.
By Samuel Andrew Milner4 years ago in Fiction
Witch Way
Rachel runs through the tavern to the only person who ever believed in her. She kneels next to the blood corpse of her soul mate. “No, please don’t leave me. Not like this. Baby, stay with me. We’re meant to be together till the end of time.” Tears streaming down her soft cheeks, her nose puffy from crying and screaming for the men not to shoot. Salem had always been a place that witches could go to feel safe. At least that’s what Rachel thought.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
Hindsight
(This is the second story set in the kingdom of Wheir. This story stands on its own, but if you're a chronological purist, you can read "Bound" here.)
By Rebekah Conard4 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Through Time and Religion
I am Cathy, a historian and technology enthusiast. From a young age, I was fascinated by the stories of ancient civilizations and religions, and their profound impact on the world. As I grew older, my passion for a history only deepened, and I pursued a degree in ancient history and religious studies.
By Omar Sohail4 years ago in Fiction
The Rose and Her Family
Once upon a time, in a beautiful garden nestled in a quiet corner of the world, there lived a family of roses. They were a proud and noble family, with roots that ran deep and petals that shone like jewels in the sunlight. There were red roses and pink roses, white roses and yellow roses, all of them living together in harmony.
By Gokila4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Walker
By day Seth is an ordinary teen. He plays soccer in the park, rides his bike with his friends, never cleans his bedroom, and loves eating pizza. But by night Seth is something much different. Seth is someone much different.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Left for Dead, Found a Family Instead
Nate’s head is pounding as he stumbles along in the dark. His hand is outstretched and planted on the wall next to him, mostly to help keep his balance. His brain is fuzzy and everything hurts. He’s only vaguely aware of what’s happened to him but even then, he doesn’t have the energy to actively think about it. He’s running on pure instinct right now.
By Allison Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Spell Hunter
Shortly after 10 am, when the museum opened on Fridays, a school bus arrived. It had been a relatively normal, calm morning. Alcide picked up a black coffee and piece of baklava from a Greek diner on the same block as his lodgings, which were only a few blocks away from the city’s Natural History Museum. For many years now he made it a habit of a cup of hot coffee and a warm pastry before the final move on a job. That way, he figured, if something went wrong and the job went sideways, at least he had a belly full of coffee and sweets.
By Colton Babladelis4 years ago in Fiction
Honeycreepers
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. “The Purple Honeykiller” is what my father called it. I sat on my porch gazing at the violet menace in the sky. It’s always vexed me how something could be deadly yet stunning. Like a bouquet of roses, its aura enchanted me. But get too close, and those beastly thorns can ensnare you.
By Ciara Woodward4 years ago in Fiction