Fantasy

The Corridor That Remembered: A Record from the Faculty of Forgotten Rooms
"The dead only know one thing"-Private Joker, Full Metal Jacket“Naturally, this could be one of many things, but a thing nonetheless as you will come to learn. Nothing here is what is seems. This world might not scare you yet, but it will slither out of your mind long after your soul leaves your fleshly confines. So be wary of the witches who teach at night and prey by day. By this we know, as long as you have knowledge as your defense, and light as your guide you are safe, safe with me.”~K.H. Obergfoll, first year studies from the Library Below “Academic Perfection” Circa Thirteen-Hundred and Fifty-Five, Witches Guild of All Things New and Retrieved: The Original.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
Experiences May Differ
Just one look. Wouldn't hurt, would it? That's what they all say. That's what they never stop saying. Don't look through the keyhole. Don't tempt fate, don't push for the unseen to be seen. Don't strike up a parley with the unknown beyond the liminality of your doorway/doorframe. Still, what would the harm be in looking through the keyhole or the peephole? The peephole was designed by Abe Nichols and Joseph Spector, who patented their specific version of a concept that had existed for many centuries, and it became known as the optical door peephole or wide-angle door viewer.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
A Message Written in Moon Dust
Dr. Aris Thorne was a geologist, a woman of rock and reason. The first human mission to the lunar farside was her life's work. As her lander settled into the dust of the Mendeleev Basin, a place of eternal Earth-shadow, her heart beat with a purely scientific thrill. She was here to read the moon's oldest stories, written in stone.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
When Tomorrow Remembers. AI-Generated.
Kabir believed life moved forward — one direction, one timeline, one destiny. Until he met Amara. She appeared in his life like a forgotten melody — familiar yet impossible.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
Black Scales IX: I've Already Had My Bath This Year
The more of the bandage Garrick unwrapped, the worse the clenching in his chest. Fear and Guilt squeezed and squoze, milking his heart viciously with cold hands.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Remembering Room: Skeleton Key
[[Mystical, dark and dreamlike]] The room at the end of the hall meant everything and nothing to Coraline Parker. She was the only true living heir to her father’s estate, but that was only because her Aunt Meg refused to stay longer than a week. Meg Parker was a sour, willful, dreadfully calculated old woman who was the other half of her father in every way except death— though some would argue, she might as well join him there too because she was far too fearful to do anything remotely bordering on fun.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part VII: Torenza Ascending
It began with a storm that had no center. Meteorologists called it “a closed rotation anomaly,” but pilots flying over the North Pacific called it something else — the breathing sea.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
Black Scales VIII: Innocence
"I told you I could do it. I told you I would do it. I've done it before, too." A slithering of rock and scale in the dark, and then...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
Left Unread
2:22 a.m. Ping. Unknown number. Lock screen—no preview—only a bubble. You made it home? Thumb hovers. The brain negotiates.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fix: Story of Straw and Bone
The Fix were always eager to sniff out easy coin. When they saw an opportunity, they took it. Forgiveness was easy in these chaotic times.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door - The Ones Who Came to Utopia
The night was still until the knock came. It wasn’t the kind of knock you hear on a wooden door. This one rang out metallic, hollow, like iron struck from inside. Adam froze where he stood, his friends gathered around the empty building near the parking lot.
By Mingling with the Moon about a year ago in Fiction