Fantasy

Love in Parentheses
It didn’t begin with fireworks or declarations. It started in parentheses—soft, subtle, quiet. You sat across from me in meetings, your words sharp, your tone direct. I admired you from a distance, tucked my feelings away behind polite nods and shared glances. We were professionals. Colleagues. Nothing more, and yet, everything more. Our connection didn’t live in the sentences we spoke. It breathed in the pauses, the side comments, the parentheses we placed around things we were afraid to say.
By Said Nawababout a year ago in Fiction
Until the Last Rose Dies: A Relationship Story
Until the Last Rose Dies: A Relationship Story Michael and Emma had been married for eight years. They had once been inseparable, finishing each other’s sentences and planning weekend getaways just for the fun of it. But lately things felt routine. Distant. Even the simplest moments, like dinners or conversations, had become more about logistics than love.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby(Part-3)
You can read out Episode 2 link in below.. Episode 3: The Book of Dreams On the following day, with hearts hammering in their chests and the rucksacks ready, the sisters headed back to the hut.
By StoryTimeabout a year ago in Fiction
Ashes Between the Blue and Gray
The sun rose over Antietam Creek with a crimson glare, as if the land itself bled from the wounds of yesterday. Sergeant Elias Monroe wiped soot from his eyes and glanced across the field. Smoke still curled from smoldering grass. Corpses lay twisted in unnatural poses, their uniforms torn, their faces forever caught between agony and silence.
By Lucianabout a year ago in Fiction
"Ashes & Embers"
In the forgotten edges of the world, where the veil between realms grows thin and the stars hang like secrets, there stood a village bound by silence. Hollowmere, they called it. A place of still winds, old curses, and people who knew better than to stray into the woods after sunset.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
''Elara of the Wildwood''
They say the forest has a heart, and that once, it beat inside a girl. No one remembered how Elara came to the Wildwood. The oldest of the forest spirits whispered she was born from starlight and thunder, left on a bed of ferns the night the moon vanished from the sky. Others said she was a child of prophecy—one who would wake the Wildwood when it slept too long.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Adventures of Kiwi and Penguin: A Journey of Friendship"
In the far southern reaches of the world, where icy winds blew across glistening snow and the sun rarely graced the land, there lived a penguin named Pip. Pip was a young emperor penguin, full of energy and curiosity. His days were spent waddling across the icy plains, sliding down snowbanks, and watching his fellow penguins as they huddled together for warmth. Though he had many friends, Pip often found himself wondering what lay beyond the snowy horizon. He dreamed of exploring the world outside the frozen land he called home.
By wilderabout a year ago in Fiction
I forgive Him.
He used to study at my center. I first saw him in October 2022, and back then, I didn’t like him at all. But after some time, I started finding him good, and I began to feel attracted to him.
By A page from the Pastabout a year ago in Fiction
The America That Survived !
1963 – The Year That Didn’t Break Dallas, November 22, 1963. The sky was blue, clear. Too pure, perhaps, for a day like this. The crowd gathered along the sidewalks of Dealey Plaza, cheering a motorcade that history had promised to tragedy. But this time, history hesitated.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hallway
The shiny floor along with the shiny lockers. What could this mean? It is the first day of school, and who is that shadow standing at that locker? Is it a teacher or a student of the past or what. Do you dare to ask? What do you do in such a spot?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Hobbitland
Welcome to Hobbitland! This is the land of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins what they call The Shire. Would you like to live in such a magical and beautiful place such as this? There are various skills that one must have; like the love of food and drink and helping others; the best way.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
A Dream of a child
Chapter 1: NOT AGAIN “Wake up you little brat, up from the bed”, I can hear his voice in my deep sleep. I moaned a little and adjusted my blanket. “Wake up you useless fellow, look at your elder brother, he had already woken up and started studying. Get out of the bed and take a book to read, little swine”. He started to shout in a loud voice. My dad, he always gets irritated with me and always looks for a chance to offend me. And my elder brother sitting over there, always acts as a good boy and he tries to frame me all the time. This has become a routine play in my daily life. I hope I leave this home soon when I grow into an adult, and never come back to see them.
By Chetan Kabout a year ago in Fiction