Fantasy

Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michael12 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Ninth Signal
The city that pulsed under neon lights, restless and alive. Steam hissing from subway grates, twisting in the glow of flickering advertisements like ghostly fingers. At 2:03 a.m., the Ninth Signal cracked across the network which was sharp, impossible, and undeniably present. Mara, who felt it before she heard it, a vibration that rattled her chest and settled into her bones. Her screen exploded into static, then stilled, revealing nothing but a black void..
By AFC12 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #9
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, woke groggily and found himself on the hardwood floor. He was for a moment unsure of his surroundings, but a sharp pain to his head and back reminded him. The room had flashing waves of energy that flickered about. It resembled the psychedelic art of the times. There was no mistaking the vast mystical forces at play before him. He saw the back of Doctor Fate. His golden cape flowing with the winds that were swirling about the room. His arms were outstretched and his golden gauntlets were crackling with golden mystic energy. There appeared to be a faint outline of an Egyptian ankh shaped by the mystic energy around them. Dr. Fate was engaged in mystic combat.
By Derrick Billups 12 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #8
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Dr. Stephen Strange and Kent Nelson entered the oddly cold apartment. They stepped through calm but alert. Slowly and carefully they walked through the hallway towards the stairs at the far end.
By Derrick Billups 12 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part 10: The Shoreline That Breathes
The world ended quietly—without fire, without judgment—only silence. By the winter of 2026, every map server in the world began returning errors.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part 9: The Cartographer’s Echo
The night over Torrento was unnaturally silent. After the Gate 12 incident, the airport had been sealed for investigation. But rumors spread faster than official silence ever could — travelers spoke of lights moving beneath the runway, of whispers that came through the PA system in a language that wasn’t recorded in any archive.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
Blood Roses & Broken Vows. AI-Generated.
Aisha worked at a little flower shop near the docks. Her world was simple — petals, perfume, and prayers. She believed every wound healed with time, every heart rebuilt with love.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
Handler’s Initiation Ch. 1
Chapter 1 February 17, 2199, 8:12am Ash and dust sifted through the broken skylight above Old Metro Line 7, tinting dawn light the color of dried blood. Houston Ward crouched on a cracked stair and held his breath, searching for sounds that didn’t belong—boots on tile, the click of a safety. All he heard was the tunnel’s tired breathing: water dripping somewhere far away, metal groaning under its own rust and decay.
By Idiotic Majestyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Myth of the Rupture
By High Scribe Uriel of the Seventh Archive, in the Rein of the Forty-Third Matron. On the Nature of the Veil The unlearned say the Veil is a barrier—a wall between the living and the Deep Field.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Fiction
The Second Stirring
(Fragment from the Book of Still Waters, Volume iv: "On the Birth of the Anchors." Banned after the 9th Council of Vethra.)
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Fiction