Fantasy

The Abyssal Caller. Content Warning.
The ocean is never truly silent. Even in its deepest trenches, there is the groan of shifting tectonic plates, the distant rumble of volcanoes, and the strange choruses of unseen creatures. But when the Calypso II descended into the uncharted stretch beyond the Mariana Trench, all sound vanished.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Biggest Lie Ever Told
His name doesn’t really matter, but every fictional character needs one, so, how about John? No, wait; that’s already a name in use by one of his cult followers. Actually, naming him is impossible. It’s incumbent to just make up his name since everything else is fictional, too. Lee is an appropriate name because it’s so close to Lie.
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Fiction
A romantic night
The city lights glittered faintly in the distance, but the rooftop garden was quiet, tucked away from the hum of traffic. A soft breeze carried the fragrance of jasmine and lavender, brushing against Elena’s skin as she stepped onto the terrace. She paused, her breath catching at the sight before her. Strings of fairy lights draped across the railing, tiny stars woven into the night. A small table sat at the center, set with two plates, candles glowing warmly between them.
By Muhammad Fayyaz about a year ago in Fiction
Echoes Without a Voice
The house was never silent. It breathed. Even after the last tenant left, after the realtor locked the door and taped a faded for Sale sign to the iron gate, the old house exhaled at night. Wooden ribs in the staircase flexed. The walls ticked like a heartbeat beneath paint the color of forgotten lilies.
By Farhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Almost Letter
Dear David, She wrote the words and then deleted them. Typed them again. Dear David, I realize you’ll never see this. Delete. The cursor blinked accusingly.
By Neli Ivanovaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Colours of Bees. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Neither came as a surprise to Moira. It had been a strong moon that month, and the powerful tidal surge that had backwashed the mighty Liriope River had swept over the valley like a hungry serpent, consuming without conscience the totality of lives in its path.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
When Trust Breaks
Trust. Such a fragile word, yet it holds the power to build or break entire lives. I learned this not through books or wise sayings but through the scars life left on me—scars that still ache when the nights get too quiet.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The sun felt wrong on Ellie's skin, but wrong in a way that made her chest ache with something she couldn't name. It was harsher than Nova's gentle light, more direct, but there was something underneath that recognition that made her breath catch.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Three weeks into his academic life, Cogsworth had settled into a routine that gave him something approaching contentment. His classes fascinated him—particularly Advanced Mechanica and Aetheric Theory—and he had developed a genuine friendship with Sarah Chen, who seemed to appreciate his unique perspective on their studies without pressing him about his peculiarities.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo of the Shadow in Iași
In an Iași enveloped by late autumn, where rusty leaves danced a melancholic tango on the old cobblestones, and the air carried the sweet aroma of freshly baked cozonac, a story unfolded that defied the boundaries of reality. It wasn't a tale of noisy ghosts or spectral apparitions, but one far more subtle, more insidious, an illusion so powerful that it shaped destinies.
By alin butucabout a year ago in Fiction