Fantasy

Last Call for Mars
“Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk. The rocket departs in two minutes! Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk.” Elon heard the announcement from the interplanetary rocket, which made him curl up into a fetal position on a bench at the very edge of the spectators’ bleachers at Cape Canaveral. He’d thought there was no better place to hide than in a crowd of enthusiastic humans eager to send him to Mars. Upon the announcement, Elon’s whole life was flashing in front of him in his memories.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call
The phone rang again. James refused to answer it. Again. But his resolve was wearing thin. He had tried different strategies. He had sent the first hundred or so calls straight to voicemail, but no voicemails were left. He labeled the number from which they originated as "SPAM," to no avail. Then he read the fine print.
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
last son of Lêr . Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
I have grown old, my eyes art weak and my withers tremble in the night air. Though I comfort myself before sparkling embers in the hearth, the cold pierces my bones. All the more in such a pitiable state do Fionn’s final words yet haunt me everlasting in this late season of my life.
By John Cox2 months ago in Fiction
The World He Broke
Chicago never truly slept, but on that rain-slicked night, the city seemed to hold its breath. In a cramped college apartment, nineteen-year-old Jolene River lay in bed, listening to her boyfriend Ziller sing badly in the shower. It was an ordinary moment, the kind that felt eternal until it wasn’t. The bedroom light flickered, and when it steadied, Ethan Perez stood beside the window. A vampire of over a century, Ethan’s obsession with Jolene had long been a dangerous secret. When he kissed her, she kissed back, unaware that Ethan’s adopted sister, Edie a witch far more powerful than him watched from the doorway. With a single, sickening snap, Edie broke Jolene’s neck. By the time Ziller emerged from the bathroom, his girlfriend was dead in Ethan’s arms, and his voice was stolen by supernatural force. All he could do was scream silently as grief curdled into rage.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Fiction
Vivace. Top Story - September 2026.
Clouds churned on the horizon, a deep slate veil over the vibrant blue sky. In hours those clouds would consume the southern horizon. A young girl peeked through a hole in the turret wall, where a boulder had smashed through long ago. She wore a hardened leather outfit crafted by her father, an older cordwainer who once made armor for the armies of the old kingdom.
By Casey White2 months ago in Fiction
Charon the Ferryman's last call.
Liam’s last call begins in the silence between two rivers ~ Styx to his left, black as spilled ink, and Acheron to his right, grey as mourning smoke. The air is metallic, a strange mixture of iron and hopeless penitent prayers. The dead move like drifting shadows, but Liam…Liam is different. He is about to become the Unpaid .
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction
If The Earth Could Speak
There is a voice that speaks to us but we are not listening. We go about our daiily business ignoring the last call that The Earth is giving us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Leaf That Ran Away With The Tree.
Tally tree was proud of her red and gold leaves. It loved showing them off, but there was a problem. Autumn was annoying, and Tally tree lost all her babies.
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Fiction
The Illumination of The Grouch from Sesame Street. Top Story - September 2026.
Snuffleupagus was walking through the park singing to himself. Today was a big day. Big Bird had told him he was getting all of his friends together so that they could finally meet Snuffleupagus. They had tried before, of course, but something always happened. Someone was late. Snuffleupagus had to leave. Big Bird would turn around and suddenly no one could see him. But today was supposed to be the day, and Snuffleupagus was happy about it.
By Chase McQuade2 months ago in Fiction
Negotiation
John could feel himself fading. The heart monitor's beeping was slowing. His pain was subsiding. His last thought was, At last.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
The Path To The Moon
Introduction I saw this image on Instagram and wondered where it was from. I could make out the name William T. Morton, and this link points to the book it comes from.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
Ch.5 The Spell Broken
Rebecca was happy, she knew this was right. THE SPELL BROKEN Back at the Russian Palace, tension filled the air. The Tsar busied himself in official business, losing all interest in his new wife. Rachael wanted another child but the Tsar wouldn’t go near her, blaming her for the death of their first child. Catherine stayed very quiet for all of this time. She knew that as the spell started to break, the curse would get stronger. And this is indeed what was happening!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction