Fantasy

Public Service
A mighty warrior saved us at the last minute. That sounds cliche, but it's true. My father was about to lose his job. My mother was crying about how she was going to pay the mortgage. We live on cash checks, spend a bit on Saturdays eating at a butcher shop, and then have to eat rice and beans or eggs and toast for the last two days before the next check is made.
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
The Next Generation
They were built with the ingenious hands of a man who could fashion, they were designed and his simple mind could design, but their power was far greater. The most important thing he taught was to develop his work, evolution.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Nine Lives
You sit in front of the screen for a long time after the interruption. He is staring out the window, at the city below. Millions of happy residents start their weekends, walking, shopping, enjoying brunch with friends.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
The Pixie Game
The rain stopped just before the alarm went off, the ground was covered with worms and the earth was shaking with worms. Someone touches Gage's shoulder. She turns to see Dasha, her mouth turned to a private joke.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Leora -the gleaming heroine
Once upon a time, there was a peaceful moment when the human world and magical world lived together. Magical creatures fancied staying near humans and trusted them with their lives. The oracles of the realm had nothing against such a down-to-heart relationship, and so, laws against were never implemented. There was a wicked man that thought he could conquer both worlds and use magic to feed his own greed. In consequence, he earned the trust of some magical creatures by promising to give them protection and power if they obeyed him. Thus, they entrusted him the power that was keeping the magical land alive. They foolishly handed him that power without thinking how this greatly endangered everyone’s lives. One of the deceived creatures left to secretly seek for help. The poor being found two travelling mages that kindly listened to its story. They decided that it was better for both worlds to find a suitable hero or heroine and so they departed in their search. Soon the awful human was able to become stronger and stronger gaining an army of magical creatures to accomplish his dreadful dream. The oracles found themselves in a delicate situation where they had to restrict the exits from their realm into the human world. Magic was not able to be used on earth again until their hero awakened to save them and maintain the balance of universe. Our hero is somewhere in the human world to be found by the two hardworking mages.
By Irina Ștefania R4 years ago in Fiction
Pot
There was no doubt. Green clothes? Check. Top hat? Check. Red Beard? Check. Smoking pipe? Check. It was a leprechaun. Arnold couldn't believe his change of luck. Things have been going badly for her lately. There were rumors of a Burger King shooting and he knew Mr. Lawson did not like him in the first place. Sally had parted ways with him, revealing that he was tired of the long sea voyage and going to Burger King for discounted food. "I may not think money is the only thing," he said, "but I would like to do something good every once in a while."
By Jn Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairground of Hell
The Fairground Of Hell Ukrainian peoples art unfolds in memoirs. Through histories gates. Sadly, we unveil another turning point
By Yvette Louise Melech4 years ago in Fiction
TALES OF KING VIKRAM AND BETAAL THE VAMPIRE
Story -1 "The Exchanged heads" Once upon a time, there lived a washerman named Dhavala. He once spotted a very beautiful lady at the pond, who happened to be the daughter of another washerman. He instantly fell in love with her and pleaded with his parents to ask her parents for her hand in marriage.
By David Williams4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
Luck eventually appeared in the shape of a horse-drawn wagon. It smelled of unbathed men and was crammed with last-minute King's Men making the trip to Aaurn.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Flights of Angels
He crossed a filthy tunnel, ignoring discarded garbage, swept away by broken objects with sharp edges. He felt like a broken thing with sharp edges himself.
By Jn Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
Signal to Ground
At about ten o'clock at night in Lincoln West Bunker, five miles from the front, radio Mike Jackson jumped out of his seat and quickly tore off the headphone jack from the console.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Schrodinger's Message
Sarah drinks her coffee without tasting it, last week's food burns her throat. The wall monitor next to the moving kitchen table flashes time with white letters, 05:06, too soon for him to wake up. His factory shift will not start until eight, but he has not slept well in the house since Teddy left. Nothing too empty. It's too quiet. A sense of suspicion that something is happening too far away when the time in his collapsing house has stopped.
By Jn Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction