Fantasy

The Mirror Room at Goulhearth
At Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations, there was one rule even the most reckless students refused to break:
By Abuzar khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room
It began at dusk. Not the beautiful kind that bathes the world in golden light. This one sank slowly, thick and colorless, like dirty water creeping up the sides of a sink.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Fiction
The Abhartach
My father always said that he was nothing. "I'm nothing more than a hunter, lad. No other mortal feeds me. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. Most do not read with care, do they, lad?"
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Song of Elaris
In the mist-shrouded valley of Elaris, where the mountains hummed with forgotten magic, lived a young bard named Lyria. Her voice could weave spells, a gift inherited from her mother, who vanished when Lyria was a child. The villagers revered Lyria, but her heart ached for the mother she barely knew and the songs she could no longer sing—songs that once tamed storms and mended broken souls.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Fiction
Garden of Whispers:
In a quiet corner of the village, behind a vine-draped stone wall, lived an introverted gardener named Elan. The townsfolk rarely saw him, except at sunrise when he’d quietly purchase seeds from the market and retreat with them tucked under his arm like precious treasure. Elan preferred the company of petunias over people, and conversations with chrysanthemums over chatter with neighbors.
By Minhaj Uddinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Summer I Forgot to Exist
The Summer I Forgot to Exist Genre: Fiction / Psyche / Mental Health Format: Diary-style narrative June 5th They say the sun heals everything. I believed that once. Now I just flinch when the light touches me, like it’s trying to burn the truth off my skin. The first party of the summer was tonight. Bonfire on the beach. Everyone was there. I smiled, I laughed. I don't remember meaning any of it.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper of Isenfall
The Lantern Keeper of Isenfall In the frost-wrapped village of Isenfall, where twilight lingered longer than dawn, the people spoke in hushed tones about the Lantern Keeper. His tower rose crookedly from the cliffs, like a finger pointing to the stars — forever lit, never visited.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Fiction
The Night That Refused to End
The rain started the moment she stepped out. Not the soft, romantic kind—but heavy, angry rain that felt like it wanted to wash the whole city away.
By mr azibabout a year ago in Fiction
Village of Whispering Lanterns
Village of Whispering Lanterns The Village of Keyara lay nestled between rolling hills and dense firewood forest, a quiet settlement known for its nightly ritual: the lanterns. Every dusk, each home would hang a single lantern outside, not for light, but to hold the whispered hopes of its inhabitants. When evening came, the villagers farmers, weavers, artisans would gather and gently speak dreams into the glass before lighting the wick. At once, the lantern became a glowing vessel, humming softly with warmth and possibility.
By Khurram Munir about a year ago in Fiction
The Loyal Dog and the Thankless World
It was a quiet evening. The shopkeeper was just about to close his small corner store when something unusual happened . A dog walked into the shop. It wasn’t a stray looking for food or shelter. This dog had purpose in his steps. Clutched gently in his mouth was a small cloth bag.
By YASAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
I Keep Finding Notes I Don’t Remember Writing — But They Know Everything About Me
It started with a sticky note on my bathroom mirror. “Don’t forget to smile. Even if it feels fake.” I thought I wrote it. Maybe during a breakdown or one of those nights when I dissociate and just do things. But I don’t remember writing it. And the handwriting—it looked like mine, but not quite.
By MUHAMMAD ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
Level One
He awoke in his bed, knowing nothing about the world around him. He walked through what looked like a medieval village and listened to townspeople talking. He ventured out of town into the woods beyond.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction