Fantasy
A Love Story In Two Heart Beats
In the heart of Mumbai, where tradition often danced hand in hand with modernity, two souls embarked on a journey neither expected nor sought. Arjun, a young architect with dreams as vast as the skyline he admired, found himself betrothed to Meera, a woman whose laughter sparkled like the city lights but whose heart remained a mystery.
The Forest of Cigam (V)
Incase you missed Part One, Two, Three or Four. Bang, bang, bang. A few abrupt knocks rang out in my small home as I prepared dinner.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published a day ago in FictionBurning Bright
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
L.C. SchäferPublished a day ago in FictionA Second Chance at Forever
In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, there existed a love story that was never quite finished. It began with Lily and Ethan, two young souls entwined in the innocence of their affection. Their love bloomed amidst the cherry blossoms that adorned the town square, promising eternity in each other's embrace.
God is Empty, Just Like Me
Of course, the old witch couldn't live forever, although to me (and I'm sure to many others) it felt like she had. As much as I'd despised her, I had to admit that she'd become, in her own way, a pillar in the community. Her funeral was well-attended, the little chapel bursting at its seams with snivelling women of all ages. Each one, surely, remembering their gratitude for her awful service. Each one a wicked, wicked sinner. A flood of gorgeous blooms, perhaps one for each seedling she uprooted and cast away, as if no more than a weed.
L.C. SchäferPublished a day ago in FictionA Rainy Road To Success
The random word is Leaden Anthony left before the sun rose. He estimated that it would take four hours to get there. His appointment was set for eleven a.m.
Ainy AbrahamPublished a day ago in FictionSnake is Trapped (A story of a rat)
This story of a rat inspired me as we overlook dangers set for others because we think of them as not harmful for us and ignore the fact that
Ainy AbrahamPublished a day ago in FictionI am Robin
In order to enjoy this fully, you may want to read the following, or not, as the mood takes you: And: He put Carys down on the pallet in the corner. He hadn't slept on it in weeks. He set about lighting a fire, all the time conscious of Carys' fear and wariness. He understood. She would learn soon enough who he was and why he had rescued her.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionThe Oval Door
Before starting this one, you may want to read this, which is the precursor to what happens here: *** Carys regained consciousness, after dreaming of bobbing about on a clear, blue water. It was serene, the sun warming her. She was happy to let it take her.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionThe Dark Threat
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionIslay's Vision
Mountains blanketed in gold, sleep soundly near the undefined line of the nine gatekeepers of Lucia, capturing any sea-wolfs daring upon the land. These wayfarers end up as prey caught in the nets of maids woven by their mother, Ran. The sisters net the pirates and turn them upside down, shaking them violently to empty their sticky pockets of stolen loot.
Tony MartelloPublished a day ago in FictionFrom Across the Hall
The banging on the door pulls me out of my late morning slumber. I drag myself out of bed and I look through the peephole to see who has the audacity to not go away after I had so stubbornly pretended to not be at home after their first and second round of knocking.
Alice ElizabethPublished a day ago in Fiction