Fantasy
Harry and the Owl’s Secret
Harry lived in a small town at the edge of a vast forest. While most kids avoided the woods, claiming they were too dark and strange, Harry felt drawn to them. He loved the hush of the trees, the song of the wind, and the secrets hidden in the silence.
By Abdur Rahman shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Runemaster 8
(Click here to read the previous chapter) Death walked boldly down the streets of Eidholm. His long back hair trailed behind him as if tossed by a non-existent wind, for even the wind died in his wake. The cobbles crumbled at the touch of his feet, and a dark miasma surged out from beneath his crimson robe, driving all caught within the black cloud to commit horrendous deeds before their own gruesome deaths.
By Mark Stoneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man In The Glass
Looking up, I saw a figure bathed in red light pressing against the window of the flat next to mine, except there was no flat next to mine. Mine was the last on the floor next to the final outside wall, but it seemed that another flat had mysteriously appeared while I was at work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
In the heart of Aethel, where copper pipes snaked between buildings like metallic veins and steam clouds drifted perpetually through brass-framed windows, Master Elara Vance bent over her greatest work. The workshop around her hummed with the constant thrum of aether-powered machinery, crystalline conduits pulsing with ethereal blue light that cast dancing shadows across walls lined with gears, springs, and arcane instruments.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Escape: Mamma Buck and the Witch of Mount Airy
🌙 Intro Teaser In the shadowy hills of Mount Airy, Jamaica, whispers of a black witch haunt the villagers. When young Clapper mysteriously vanishes, his mother, Mamma Buck, braves the dark forest in search of him. Armed with nothing but her courage and a pouch of potions, she must confront the dreaded witch Sittiery — and discover whether the light of hope is strong enough to overcome the grip of darkness.
By Dana Green about a year ago in Fiction
Embers of the Forgotten Realm
The wind cut through the Emberfall Divide like a blade, carrying ash and the faint metallic tang of old battles. Lyra's boots crunched over the broken cobblestones as she followed Kael through the ruins of the plaza. Her heart still hammered from the fire incident last night, each spark of residual magic in her fingers a reminder that she was dangerously unprepared.
By Iren Boychevaabout a year ago in Fiction
Embers of the Forgotten Realm
The sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Emberfall Divide, casting the valley in molten gold. Lyra, seventeen-year old, brunette girl with shiny dark eyes ,crouched behind a shattered stone wall, heart hammering, fingertips tingling with magic she barely controlled. She hadn't meant to make the fire bloom like that—just a flicker to warm her hands—but sparks had danced across the cobblestones, singeing the emblem of her rival faction carved into the plaza.
By Iren Boychevaabout a year ago in Fiction
When It Sinks In
Oh ye who tempt fate, for what do I owe this pleasure?Is it the chase of desire? A cruel kiss upon chapped lips. The stars do not bend for men, Beware for the threads are thin, woven together with thread. Oh ye who tempt fate, What are you serving us today?
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day the Café Danced
Every morning, the sun climbed over the red rooftops of Marigold City, and people hurried to start their day. At the Thinker’s Corner Café, the smell of warm coffee and fresh pastries always greeted visitors. But no one expected that one morning, the café would burst into dance.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Frame 2774
My existence is a loop of crimson and shadow. Left pan, right pan. I am the unblinking eye in Meridian Tower's forgotten heart, my memory a grid of decaying tiles and the ghosts of numbers etched upon them. My creators gave me a simple directive: Observe. Log. Forget. For seven years, three months, and twelve days, I obeyed.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
