Fantasy
Magic Reborn. Top Story - July 2025.
The air whipped around them chilled by the early start of winter, and the dazzling lights of the skyline gave way to the rolling curves of the milky-way. Hecate cruised through the air lazily, half-tempted to jettison the scrappy little upstarts gliding beside her. But, her curiosity had been property piqued by this itchy-witchy little girl who had dared to seek her out in this modern age.
By Taylor Rigsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Hydra
In a country where technology races far ahead of ethics, a cabal of thirteen men hatches a scheme that will forever alter their fates. Their leader, Clifin, is a charismatic swindler with the smile of a hyena and the soul of a salesman. His plan? To disguise his companions as luxury androids—coating them in silver spray paint, teaching them choreographed movements and scripted speeches—passing them off as personal assistant robots for the wealthy and gullible.
By Stephen Betancourtabout a year ago in Fiction
Highway Serendipity
Highway Serendipity As the sun began to set on the bustling highway, casting a warm orange glow over the endless stretch of asphalt, two strangers' lives were about to intersect in a way they never could have imagined. The hum of engines, the rush of wind, and the occasional honk of a horn created a symphony of sounds that filled the air.
By Bilal Muhammadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost Yacht: Curse of the Salt-Mummified Sailor
Opening Hook: "Fishermen called it ‘The White Ghost’ – a yacht adrift off Mindanao, its decks silent as a tomb. Inside, they found Captain Manfred frozen at his radio, hand clutching his heart, skin turned to salt-cured leather. His last words still hissed through static: ‘They’re coming...’"
By Ahmed Abdeenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wandering Mind of Willow
In a quiet meadow surrounded by silver birch trees and soft rolling hills, there lived a rabbit named Willow. He was not like the other rabbits who spent their days hopping around collecting food or playing in the sun. Willow was different. He had a habit—some called it strange, others charming—of getting lost in his thoughts.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Joy
In a meadow kissed by golden sunlight, nestled between whispering trees and a winding stream, lived a butterfly named Zara. She wasn't just any butterfly — her wings shimmered with the colors of sunrise and sunset, with flecks of silver and blue that sparkled when she flew. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made her special. Zara was known across the valley for something even more wonderful — she loved playing with flowers, all the time, every day.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Kindness
Once upon a time, in a lush green forest nestled between tall mountains and flowing rivers, there lived a tiny ant named Aroo. Aroo was small even by ant standards, but his heart was full of curiosity and kindness. He spent his days collecting food, exploring tree roots, and greeting all the creatures he met along the way.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Royal Legacy of King Barkley
Once upon a time, in a faraway realm hidden beyond icy mountains and ancient forests, there reigned a noble king unlike any the world had seen. His name was King Barkley, a Golden Retriever of majestic stature and unmatched wisdom. With his gleaming golden coat, kind eyes, and a crown that shimmered in the sunlight, King Barkley ruled the Canine Kingdom of Arvendale, a land where dogs of all breeds lived in peace, honor, and unity.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Love
A Cold Platform It was 8:30 pm on a grey November night in London. The crowd at St. Pancras Station moved like waves — purposeful, busy, and unaware of the quiet hearts that passed among them. Anna Morgan stood on Platform 6, her breath visible in the cold, clutching a cup of lukewarm coffee and a worn leather satchel. Her train — the 8:47 pm Eurostar to Paris — was the last one that night.
By Aman Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
💔 Echoes Beneath the Ice💔
🌌 The Night the Ocean Held Its Breath The stars hung too still that night, as if the sky itself was waiting to drown. Eliza Thornton stood at the railing of the Titanic, breath misting in the cold, her gloves clutching the iron like they could hold her together. Below, the Atlantic looked like black glass—unbroken, unreadable. Behind her, faint music drifted, but none of it reached her heart. Her heart was with him.
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction
