Fantasy
To Make Gods Kneel
The winds howled across the desert, kicking sand into furious spirals. The remains of Olympus shimmered like mirages on the horizon. Sarai stood in the heart of the battlefield, her body still buzzing from the previous fight, her knuckles sore, her pulse steady.
By Kaori Knight about a year ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 24 “thumbs up”
My father was a stern man who taught me to hate zombies with a venom I never quite understood. Yes, I understood distrusting them and having resentful feelings as humans were treated like second class citizens. It felt as if we were all living in an undead world, a kafkaesque nightmare that only seemed to be going on for its own twisted sake. The bureaucracy of its madness only tightnened its hold on my father. Strict rules set for humans, like only being allowed to get food, materials and other supplies every three days and only at dusk, weathered down my family’s tolerance for zombie rule. There were so many laws and rules that made living with the undead worse than actual death. It was insane to me that humans got it so hard and zombies had it so easy.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Whisper of Magic at the Edge of the Bed
Sometimes, the world is too loud. There’s just too much talking, too much rushing, and way too much pressure to be strong all the time. But once in a while, something soft enters our life — something that doesn’t ask for attention, doesn’t shout to be heard. That’s how I met Labubu — not literally, of course, but emotionally.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Sea
Atlantis shimmered like a dream carved from crystal and sunlight. Sprawling towers of aquamarine glass spiraled into the clouds, their tips catching the light of twin suns as they arced across the sky. Bridges of living coral pulsed with life beneath footfalls, and waterfalls of liquid light cascaded down cliffs carved by gods. Magic was not a force here; it was breath, blood, instinct. The city pulsed with it.
By Kaori Knight about a year ago in Fiction
This Summer Belongs To The Stars
Trevor and Susie knew they were old and past it. Fifty years married to each other, travelling the world together, they never regretted their adrenal junkie lifestyle. The only thing they did miss out on was their chance to become parents and then grandparents. It just wasn’t to be. Susie was told she couldn’t conceive. By the time they had lived their dreams and wanted to settle down, life had caught up to them.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
From Hate to Love
Ayan Khan was the pride of his college — a cricket star known for his sharp mind and leadership skills. He had always been the center of attention, admired by many, envied by some, and respected by all. People saw him as confident and untouchable, but behind that confident exterior was a young man driven by ambition and the pressure to always be the best.
By Aman Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Woman Standing Alone in Front of a House with Autumn Leaves
A Woman Standing Alone in Front of a House with Autumn Leaves The woman stood alone at the edge of the gravel path, her boots dusted with golden and rust-colored leaves. A brisk breeze stirred the canopy above, sending a fresh flurry spiraling down around her, as if the forest itself whispered a welcome—or a warning.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mirror Between Worlds
Chapter One: The Forgotten Antique In the heart of an old European town nestled between misty hills, a young historian named Lena Ashford stumbled upon a crumbling shop labeled “Timeless Echoes.” The door creaked open with an eerie familiarity, as if it had been waiting.
By Echoes by Shafi--about a year ago in Fiction
