Fantasy
The Last Library of Luminara
Introduction: In a world where stories had begun to fade from memory and books had turned to dust, there existed one final sanctuary of imagination — a glowing haven hidden in the heart of the whispering woods. Few believed in it, fewer still had seen it, but they called it the Last Library of Luminara. Legends claimed its pages could hum with memories, and that the books within did not just tell stories — they lived them. And it was into this enchanted refuge that a curious wanderer named Miro stumbled, chasing not a map or a treasure, but the simple joy of wonder.
By rokib ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Giant Who Feared the Ant
In a scorched land of fire, stone, and trembling earth, there lived a terrible giant named Buro. Towering over the tallest trees and wider than the oldest boulders, Buro was feared far and wide—not for his strength alone, but for his cruelty.
By The Zeb Scholar about a year ago in Fiction
"Ashes & Embers"
The world changed the night Kael vanished. Not just for Aria, but for the land itself. Hollowmere’s skies turned grey and never quite returned to blue. The trees near the altar twisted strangely, reaching toward a sky that didn’t want them. Animals fled. Children were born silent. The veil between realms had been torn open, and it had not mended.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 3].. Content Warning.
*** The man remembers, fifteen years ago. Before he truly understood the curse. He walked among the lips of the pier, scavenging through the pile of trash left by the passengers. He found nothing except for the foaming ocean water. Then, his two pearl eyes fixated on a mother carrying her child on her left arm, and a bag of fresh fish on her right hand. His drool dripped, his eyes sharpened, and his long tail waved as a signal that he found his target. His paws stuck closer to the edge of the pier, and he leaped into the big ship that had just docked. The ship's anchor protruded from the surface of the sea that started to turn reddish in the reflected light of sunset. The big ship departed, leaving its city behind. The city filled with narrow alleys, where he always ran to avoid being hit by broomsticks. Narrow alleys that had trash cans at each end, where he scavenged for food. The cat meowed and sniffed on the third floor deck of the ship, sharpening his sense of smell to trace the fresh fish aroma brought by the mother. It was complete, just five meters in front of him. The mother was sitting on the passenger seat, nursing her child. Now, he just had to wait for the pitch-black night. It had been an hour and thirty minutes since the ship sailed calmly on the moonlit sea. Some passengers grouped themselves according to their age order. They suddenly greeted each other, getting to know each other, telling their origins and ethnicities. The elderly were busy discussing their youthful days, while the young people joked around while humming night songs. It was not as dark as expected. Now the cat took a higher spot, on the roof of the third floor deck. He still caught the scent of fresh fish, guarding it not to be lost. His trick turned out not to be as easy as wagging his tail, which now just lay flat, stroking his hungry belly. He sat, gazing into the distance, occasionally looking up to let the moonlight's bias dip into his pearl- like eyes. He meowed loudly, asking the clouds to cover the moonlight. "Meeeooong...!" Suddenly, the passengers fell silent, momentarily stopping their activities. They were quiet not because a cat was meowing on the roof, but because the ship's speed slowed down when the captain turned the steering wheel to make a turn. Then, from a distance, there was a faint sound like a trumpet. There were other ships across the port. The lights of the ships sparkled like fireflies, lining up and shining along the beach's lips. Confirming that the destination was close, a destination to another city. The cat squinted, its ears perked up, sharpening its hearing. Restless, the fish might not be eaten. It leaped and ran towards the deck, keeping an eye on the passengers' area. The fish bag was still there, among the rows of long benches. It was time for dinner. Nobody cared, not even the owner who had already fallen asleep with their child. The cat crept among the slouching passengers' legs, finally getting a big chunk of fresh fish. It sharpened its claws, clawing at the bag until it tore open. The cat was angry because the ship was slowing down to dock, and the bag was still intact. It bit into the bag, its fangs piercing the surface. It tasted the fish's fat mixed with its own saliva, and continued to scratch at it. But then the mother woke up, finding her child urinating, peeing on the black fish bag. The cat, now wet with urine, was trying to steal the fish.
By Shafa Ichwanusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Midnight Carousel
The Midnight Carousel Rain pattered lightly against the rusted archway of the old fairground, whispering secrets through the weeds. Ava stood at the carousel's edge, still hypnotized by the way its faded horses glowed under moonlight. The soft, golden hue didn’t come from electricity—it pulsed like a heartbeat.
By Drone Wavesabout a year ago in Fiction
Godzilla x Kong: Supernova Is the Next Monster verse Movie
The Titans are rising once again—and this time, they’re heading for the stars. Legendary Pictures and Warner Bros. have officially confirmed the next installment in their Monster verse saga: Godzilla x Kong: Supernova. The film is currently in production and is expected to hit theaters in 2027, continuing the explosive legacy of the cinematic universe that has thrilled audiences since 2014.
By rokib ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Goat Who Became a Hero
In a rocky hill village surrounded by wildflowers and dusty winds, lived a quiet goat named Bako. He wasn’t like the other goats in the herd. His horns were crooked, his fur had bald patches, and his voice was soft—barely louder than a whisper.
By The Zeb Scholar about a year ago in Fiction
