Fantasy

End of the Session. AI-Generated.
“Come on, Kraii! Training is over. Let's go.” The voice cut through the heavy, humid air, sharp but warm, breaking the rhythm of heavy breathing and the soft thud of feet striking packed earth. Kraii didn’t stop moving at first; he kept his stance low, arms still raised, eyes fixed on the imaginary opponent he had been sparring against for the last three hours. Sweat dripped from his brow in steady streams, soaking the collar of his loose training tunic and leaving dark patches spreading across his back and chest. His legs trembled faintly, muscles burning with the kind of deep, satisfying ache that told him he had pushed himself harder than he ever had before.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
A Sudden and Charged Encounter. AI-Generated.
The two figures jumped apart and skidded to a halt, the soles of their boots scraping harshly against the rough, uneven ground with a sound like tearing metal that cut sharply through the stillness of the night. Gravel, loose stones, and fine dust sprayed out in wide arcs from beneath their feet, kicking up small clouds that swirled around their ankles and calves before drifting slowly back down to settle on the cold pavement or packed earth. The sudden motion had been instinctive, a reflex born of caution and years of staying alert, and it left them separated by barely three paces, just enough space to feel safe, but not enough to feel out of reach.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Fractions of a Cent
I’ve had the idea for years. What if a man complains about being down to his last $20, but then falls into another world where even one cent is a lot?
By Gabriel B. Shames4 months ago in Fiction
The Justice Blade: A Tale of Late Nights and Elemental Bonds. AI-Generated.
The words hung in the air, heavier than the sword he held aloft. My brother had a gift for puncturing even his own most triumphant moments with a dose of mundane reality. One second, he was the hero of his own story, the lone defender of justice, wielding a blade that would one day be legendary. Next, he was just a worried older brother, reminding me that I had a responsibility to someone else.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Borrowed the Storm. AI-Generated.
The truck had been sitting in the driveway all morning, a hulking silhouette of metal and dust that had once carried rice to the market. To eleven-year-old Khao, it was not just a vehicle. It was a promise of freedom, a machine that could take him anywhere if only he could reach the pedals.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Parents Got Rings Made of 20-Month-Old Son's Ashes After He Died in Flood. Now Mom Says He's 'Omnipresent' in Their Lives. AI-Generated.
A year after losing their 20-month-old son in a catastrophic Texas flood on the Fourth of July, the boy's family has found deeply personal ways to keep him close.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Nostradamus Predictions for 2026.
Nostradamus Predictions for 2026 Nostradamus remains one of the most enduring names in prophecy. Born Michel de Nostredame in sixteenth-century France, he worked as a physician, astrologer, and writer, a man who turned observation into prediction. His book Les Prophéties has travelled through centuries, its cryptic verses sparking argument and awe in equal measure. Some see his work as poetic philosophy, others as proof that the future leaves shadows long before it arrives. Whatever the truth, his name still rises whenever the world trembles.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
Tears of God
Heavy drops spattered down on dry land, picking up bits of dirt and sand, growing into globs of mud as thunder cracked overhead. The wind came next, brushing the ash off burn piles and the dry leaves of last year out into the decrepit fields that were meant to feed the families that huddled around the small meals, cooked on quick dry fires in the homes that littered the land. Relentlessly it came down, enough to snuff out fireplaces and flood the banks, while the wind tore away at roofs and shook every board of every home.
By Brier4 months ago in Fiction
The Cosmos in a Cup
The sign hanging over the door creaked in the wind, swinging back and forth, back and forth. Its weathered wood had cracked, gaps like jagged teeth edging it. The words, once silver, were barely legible: a faint “ren” bordered by spaces where more letters should have been. What it said was anyone’s guess.
By Laura DePace4 months ago in Fiction
What Happened After the Pool
David woke on the poolside lounger, sunglasses slipped to the bridge of his nose. Sunlight sliced across his retina in orange patches. His gaze drifted across the water to his wife, Sarah, in her white bikini, splashing wildly with Mark and John.
By Jin4 months ago in Fiction
The Secret Friendship: A Fictional Account of Simone Biles and Taylor Swift's Bond. AI-Generated.
Simone Biles stared at her phone at 2 a.m., three days after Taylor Swift's wedding, watching comments pile up under her Instagram post.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
The Summer He Counted Her Steps
Chapter One: The Wheat Field Jack left Manhattan for his grandfather’s Ohio farm in June. The farm had been empty for five years. The cornfield fence had rusted. But the wheat still grew—hard red winter wheat, planted before the old man died, never harvested, left to itself.
By Jin4 months ago in Fiction