Fantasy

🌕 The Lantern Between Worlds
I woke beneath a sky I did not know, The stars whispered names that were not mine. My hands, pale and trembling, Found a single lantern—still warm, still shining.
By Takashi Nagayaabout a year ago in Fiction
Today's Special
“Would you like to hear about our two specials this evening?” “Yes please,” said Unice in her raspy, but seductive, voice. She lowered the menu away from her face, adjusted her little round glasses, and smiled at the charming young waiter.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
the last first kiss. AI-Generated.
Rewriting the Stars with Kisses As the horizon burned gold, Eleanor Grayson stood at the edge of the lantern room of the lighthouse in the sleepy seaside town of Eldhaven, where the sea whispered secrets to the cliffs. She had gone back to her childhood home at the age of twenty-nine to settle her late aunt's estate, expecting nothing but paperwork and memories. Julian Hart, the astronomer who had rented the lighthouse to study the heavens, was not someone she expected.
By Siyamabout a year ago in Fiction
RED LIGHTNING. Content Warning.
In my kitchen, I’m preparing to cook my favorite comfort food: spaghetti with garlic knots and a fresh salad with Thousand Island dressing. Lately, I’ve been indulging in comfort foods—sometimes it’s a bowl of Corn Pops topped with orange sherbet ice cream or Girl Scout Thin Mint Pop-Tarts with a cold glass of milk. The good news is the crying has finally passed. I was listening to Napster, playing my Morgan Wallen playlist, because seeing the world through "Whiskey Glasses" is exactly what I am doing right now. There’s nothing quite like country music for making the broken-hearted feel worse. Singing “Whiskey Glasses” at the top of my lungs, off-key, while I set up my solo dinner, I can feel the hollow ache of solitude. It’s hard being alone after so many years in a relationship—even a toxic one. I hear the next song, and Post Malone is serenading me, telling me this one’s for the losers. I will drink to that.
By T.D.Carterabout a year ago in Fiction
When the world splits
In the town of Stillwater, there are those who say the river runs backward twice a year. It is only a trick of wind and moonlight, but to some, it means the Lord remembers what we forget. That was what Ella used to believe once, when she was seventeen and thought herself ruined by the truth growing beneath her ribs.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadows Beneath Buzludzha
The autumn of 1996 had already cast a long shadow across Bulgaria. In the heart of the Balkan Mountains, near the decaying Buzludzha Monument—the massive abandoned communist-era structure shaped like a flying saucer—four friends from Sofia decided to spend a weekend exploring.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Room With No Window – Part 4
Jonathan Hale no longer recognized himself in the mirror—or in the man who had emerged from it. Ever since the night he faced his doppelgänger behind the hidden door, his days had blurred into sleepless nights, haunted by whispers and the diary’s silent, patient watch. The pages, once brimming with threats and secrets, now lay blank, yet somehow pulsed with a presence he could feel.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Master Elara Vance found him three hours later. The workshop that had once been Baron Von Greed's private laboratory was now a scene of controlled chaos. Academy artificers worked alongside city engineers to catalog the Baron's equipment (the man himself had vanished in the confusion following the resonance cascade). Awakened automatons wandered the space, some weeping electronically as they rediscovered their suppressed memories, others simply marveling at the return of choice to their existence.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
An Awakening
Sunday, August 30, 1964: Annie sat quietly in the back seat of the 56 Chevy. Teal and white the car feels like a boat to her four year old self. It's Sunday, church is over and headed to Grandma's house.
By Patricia Ann Thompsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Second Chance Garden
The air in the geodesic dome was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—scents that had died everywhere else. Elara was the keeper of the Last Garden, a secret place where the flora of a lost Earth thrived under an artificial sun. But the garden’s true magic was hidden in its soil, a unique mycelial network that could feed on more than just water and nutrients. It could consume regret.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Lady. Content Warning.
Ophelia stood on the precipice, her toes dangling off the edge, loose hair whipping about her face and obscuring the branding on her pretty little neck. She smiled into that black nothingness of the ocean beyond her, and halfheartedly wondered if there was a darkness buried deep that smiled back. Ophelia only saw herself reflected in that dark mass. She inched closer to the edge of the dock, her toes curled around the sea-slicked wood.
By Rachele Quarnaccioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Red Head: Honoring WWII Resistance Fighter Hannie Schaft in a Bold New Film
History’s Fragile Freedom History has a way of reminding us that freedom is fragile. In the darkest days of World War II, a young Dutch woman named Hannie Schaft risked everything to resist fascism, save Jewish lives, and defy an empire.
By David Royabout a year ago in Fiction