Fantasy

The Rupture
My children... The Dark Lord himself has let the morbid believers of the Up-Above fool his followers into thinking that they would be taken up, and we have all had a nice laugh with all of their most pitiful miscalculations and threats to the rest of us...heathens. We know that we will be taken down at the end of this month as the demons and spirits rise up and finally make their promise real with our corporeal forms now dismissed as we all dance, celebrate and laugh with his true light-giver.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Chapter 30 “The Lottery”
Emma looked as though she had all her blood drained suddenly, then with a soft squeak, she sang out with her skin glowing once again, “Cara! Cara! Is that the Holy Ghost or is this my SISTER!!!!!” She jumped up and ran over to the tall black woman. I immediately recognized her though it had been a long time. Several years since their parents died and Cara left.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Inevitable Ian. Top Story - October 2025.
I've no idea what's going on here. Why is the gardener here so fond of gardenias? Oh, here's someone. How odd looking she is in that old fashioned get up. Where have I woken up this time?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
Jacob Misses His Mother
Parallel Lives Between A Mother And A Son By: Mariann Carroll, October 13, 2025(Revised) It is 2030, the year Jacob Malone discovered a special Camera that can take you back in time.
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
Torenza: The Veil Between Worlds (Last Part)
Jonathan Reed had been missing for weeks, leaving Heathrow in silent panic. Daniel Price, a junior officer at JFK, stared at the black passport on his desk. The silver letters shimmered faintly: **Daniel Price — Citizen of Torenza.** A chill ran down his spine; the air seemed alive, thick with anticipation.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
She Texted Me After She Died
It started with a notification. A single message that appeared on my phone at 2:17 a.m. a message from Emily Hart. That wouldn’t have been strange… except Emily had been dead for three days.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Raven King's Revenge
Introduction I saw this painting and believed there was a story there. The image was shared by Spectral Imsmnia here It is available on Etsy here
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 — a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cry in the Water Part 8. Top Story - October 2025.
It had been waiting for them. Quietly, patiently, waiting for them. In a moment of retrospect, Jayr realized that it had probably been there for the last few minutes or more after locating their foot falls or the sounds of their voices. The creature was intelligent, cunning and beyond subtle when it wanted to be. Only now that it had been revealed, did the creature allow the translucent nature of its scales to regain their original color. A dark black shade, polished surface like obsidian, covered the creature entirely. Only it yellow eyes, large great orbs with vertical slits like a cat, stood out against the inky blackness of its body, and these burned with intense focus.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Pagoda
The year was 1436, in the young reign of the Ming Emperor Zhengtong, with the Forbidden City still shiny with new gold and the empire as long as the mind could see. But long beyond palace walls, deeper in the misted mountains about Hangzhou, there existed a pagoda that had no mark on the imperial records — the Pagoda of the Shadow Bell.
By Nusukiabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the lingering scent of scorched earth and desperate magic, but with a silent, potent truth that thrummed beneath Lilith's skin. Inside her, a universe was unfolding, a universe conceived in the forbidden embrace of Silver Moon's enchantress and the Shadowfell's formidable warlord. This wasn't just a secret; it was a rebellion.
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The weight of ancient parchment pressed against Soren’s trembling fingers. “The final verse,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper, “it’s… it’s more than we imagined, Elara.” He traced the faded runes, his eyes wide with a dawning horror. “Shatter the realms… irreparable discord… or unprecedented reconciliation.”
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction