Fantasy

Stranger at the Pentagon
Soon after he arrived, he and three other members of he joined a "convention" in the back yard of the with his crew. Mr.'s home Howard Menger in High Bridge, New Jersey.
By online Jobabout a year ago in Fiction
Parallel Paths
Have you ever wondered how your life might have been different? Wondered what-if..., or 'if I had just...'? Looked back at a decision, large or small, and considered what would have changed if you'd chosen differently? Life is like a river, filled with forks and branches and offshoots of what might have been.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
Dreaming in Parallel. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
He does not believe in love at first sight… But when he sees her, he becomes trapped in time, like a fly in amber resin. And he feels exactly as low as an insect.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Life
They weren't dreams. They weren't fictional fantasies. They were whispers of another life. Nancy didn't realize these visions didn't happen to other people until she was 10. She'd experienced them all of her 16 years, or at least all that she could remember.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Fiction
Hopeless
“I come before You to withdraw,” said Lily, her lips curled into a pleasant smile behind her curtain of blonde curls. I blinked and fought to keep my eyes fixed ahead - at my queen, my Goddess, the eternal embodiment of our homeland. Every nerve in my body trembled.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daughertyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Elevator in the Winchester building on Winslet Street
We were born on the 3rd of October, in the hospital on Fourth Street, and our mother's called us Edward. We lived a block away from each other our whole lives. He lived on Strathman Avenue, a stones throw away from Portman Avenue where I lived until I was ten years old. When my family moved, I changed schools to the Catholic college in the east of town.
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Fiction
Black Scales V: A Poison Tree
Orla grappled with her fever like it was a physical thing with tentacles. She thrashed in and out of dreams that were hot and tight and squeezy, with sharp edges.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Chloe's Enchanted Keyhole
Chloe was peeking through the keyhole in their attic. She saw a rainbow over a beautiful waterfall. The waterfall looked like the waterfall in the picture over the living room fireplace.
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Glass City Beneath the Lake”
A story of loss, reflection, and the ghosts we build from memory. 1. The Discovery When the drought finally came, the lake shrank back from its shores like a dying animal, exposing the bones of what had been hidden beneath for nearly a century.
By Zidaneabout a year ago in Fiction
The House with Two Kitchens
In one kitchen, she crushed cloves with the flat of a knife, their papery skins drifting to the floor like snow. Steam rose from the pot in a silver ribbon as the storm outside pressed its brow against the windows. She hummed to keep the roux from burning. Her father used to hum that tune, a stubborn little melody that said we are alive in spite of it. The bulb flickered in the ceiling, stabilized, and the soup grew fragrant enough to leave fingerprints on the air.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
Contemporaneous Cognates. Top Story - October 2025.
In the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, the United States………in the first dimension Sarah looked in the mirror, leaned closer and with a smooth, clean handkerchief carefully smudged the immaculately applied red lipstick staining her lips. She took a moment to appreciate their glorious perfection, all too recently plumped by the top local plastic surgeon. This, along with all the other means the surgeon had employed to guarantee facial perfection, had cost a handsome penny, but it had been well worth the expense. What was this life worth if you couldn’t attain perfection and enjoy such things at thirty-two? After all, it wouldn’t be long before she had to face the dreaded middle age years, so she needed to be sure she approached them in excellent condition.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Fiction
Black Scales IV
At any moment, there could be another whoosh, telling her that the dragon had checked on the Egg, and eaten the Girl, and now Orla had just better watch out. A shadow across the sky, a roar, searing flames at her back.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction