Fantasy

The Last Goodbye
The air in the room was unnervingly calm, calmer than it had any right to be. Outside, the wind moved soft and steady through the open window beside the bed, stirring the curtains gently, as if nothing at all had changed. As if nothing was wrong. But everything was terribly, irreversibly wrong.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
The Blade And The Shadow
In the world, there were two orders that stood above all others: the Ten Great Demon Slayers , the most powerful warriors born to hunt and protect, and the Ten Great Demons , the most terrible and ancient beings to ever walk the earth. They were sworn enemies by every law of heaven and hell. For centuries, they had fought, their names spoken together only in tales of battle and bloodshed.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Eve, Adam & The Serpent
Chapter I: The First Covenant So it was that they were cast out of the Garden of Paradise. Within those walls stood numberless trees bearing fruits of such sweetness that no tongue could rightly describe them. And in the very centre of the garden stood two trees: the Tree of Eternal Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. It was of this second tree that they ate. And so, having disobeyed, Adam and Eve were driven forth, and the Serpent departed with them.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Collide: The Ancestral Awakening Chapter 2
As I stepped out of the study, something streaked across the heavens, a brilliant, searing blue light that cut through the clouds like a falling star, blazing brighter and faster than any natural comet. It arched overhead and vanished into the depths of the forest, leaving a trail of glowing smoke in its wake. I knew these woods better than I knew the rooms in my own home. I’d explored them since I was small, drawn to every trail, every stream, every hidden clearing. I’d drawn a map once, but after years of wandering, I didn’t need it anymore. The paths were etched into my bones. Whatever fell out there landed near the mountain ridges, and I had to see it.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Collide: The Ancestral Awakening Chapter 1
“End of the line!” The man stood over me, hands gripping the cliff edge, knuckles white. The notebook I’d pulled from the pod was still tucked safely inside my jacket, and he was counting on the fall to finish me off. He lifted his boot.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
What Holiday?
I watched luxury sedans pull in and hand the valets their key fobs. Joey, the semi-retired ‘wise-guy’ actor, drove up in his two-tone red Mercedes Maybach. He checked his face in the mirror, then climbed out and dropped the fob into Valet Number 1’s hand. Number 1 was tall, blond, skinny, yet muscular, wearing Joe’s French Terry pants which fit like a glove. He waited until Joey had entered the building, then tested the Maybach’s turning radius before sliding it into a parking spot.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Fiction
Collide: The Ancestral Awakening Chapter 3
So here I am now falling. Down a cliff face, plummeting toward what is almost certainly either a shallow stream that will hit like concrete or jagged rocks that will do the job even faster. Either way, my chances of survival are basically zero.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Spirits Beyond The Labels
I’m a beast, or so I tell myself. The pretty girls run away from me, or so it feels. I spend my days daydreaming about a six-pack while stuffing my face with snacks. It’ll happen one day , I say, like a promise I’m trying to convince myself to keep. But truth be told, I’m content enough, or at least, I’ve learned to be. I sit and watch other guys, wondering how they make it look so easy. That should be me , I think. But then I remember: I hate the party scene. My chest tightens in big crowds. I fumble for words when people look at me. I’m better off here quiet, small, safe.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Shrines, Siblings, And The Thin Line Between Annoyance And Harm
My name is Mimi, and I’m 16 years old. If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I care deeply about my Midori Pawlette shrine, a collection of posters, papercraft, and memorabilia that I’ve spent months putting together, piece by piece. It’s more than just a bunch of stuff to me; it’s a space that’s entirely mine, a place where I can feel happy and at peace. My sister’s name is Alison, and for a long time, our relationship has been defined by one thing: her inability to leave my shrine alone. What started as a simple annoyance has spiraled into a cycle of revenge and conflict that I’m only now beginning to see clearly.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
The Hero’s Journey Where The Joke Was Always The Villain
Every hero’s journey follows a familiar shape. There is an ordinary person living an ordinary life, a call to adventure they cannot refuse, trials and defeats that test their spirit, allies who stand beside them, and a great darkness waiting at the end, a villain whose power is terrible and whose motives are cruel. And always, there is the comic relief: the one who makes jokes when things are darkest, who trips over his own feet to lighten the mood, who seems too silly and too harmless to ever be a threat.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Pernicious With A Purpose
“Olawdry, are you coming to bed yet?” Mairlz called from the bedroom. Olawdry was staring at himself in the mirror pulling down the bags underneath his red eyes. “Yes, sweetie. I’m coming.” He responded tiresome. He hit the light switch, shut the door behind him, and walked over to his side of bed where he could see the moonlight outside the window.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction