Fantasy

Love, For the First Time
*I was just 17.* Class 10. Quiet. A bit of a loner. Most of my time was spent glued to games, lost in my own world. We were living in a rented house back then. Next door, one of the rooms had been empty for a while — until one day, a new family came to check it out. They weren’t alone. A girl was with them.
By Imran hossain2 years ago in Fiction
Kris and Marek
Smoke hung in the air like thick black fog, swirling and spreading across the dense forest the small village was nestled in. A young girl sat curled up in the corner of the ashy burnt planks that were what remained of her home. Through tears and ash caked eye lashes she could make out the shapes of men working in the street. Some hauled bodies out of the way of carts and carriages while others rummaged through the few houses still standing.
By Brier2 years ago in Fiction
Duty Above All Else
Time affects both humans and dragons in much the same way. It drags us along entangled in its web until we can travel no longer. No matter how large or small, weak or strong, there is no defense against time. We simply must follow its lead. Alexander was no exception.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Quests, Chaos, and Consequences
Step into a tale spun with nothing but voices—no narration, no guiding hand—just raw, unfiltered words bouncing like sparks between heroes and headaches. This piece is a dialogue-only experiment, a little writing dare I gave myself to let the characters do all the talking (and boy, do they talk).
By M. W. Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST FIRST DANCE
Outside, the world groans beneath an endless storm. Inside, a cabin forgotten by time barely stands, lit only by the flickering glow of a candle.
By Gerson Azurza2 years ago in Fiction
BOND OF LOVE
At 5 pm, like every day, I left the office and headed home. There is a small market between the office and home, where there are several tea shops and some grocery stores.
By Wady Des2 years ago in Fiction
Wonder Fairy Women. AI-Generated.
The "Wonderful Fairy" In the heart of the Enchanted Vale, where fireflies danced like stars and rivers hummed ancient melodies, lived a fairy named Liora. Unlike other fairies who flitted about tending flowers or weaving dewdrops into necklaces, Liora was different. She was a *Wonder Fairy*—a rare kind blessed with the magic of boundless curiosity and the ability to see wonders hidden from ordinary eyes.
By Jahin Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Ferral-Bell: The Feral Fairy. Content Warning.
The Old Hollow Hearth A Story of Sprites, Sins, and Seeds of Light Coal Hollow, Pennsylvania – Spring, 1996 The wooden floor had stopped creaking the way it used to when children ran through it barefoot. The winds that once danced through the cracks in the windows now howled like mourners through hollow halls. The Bauer family hearth, long ago lit by the joy of new life, sat like a stone beneath ash, dimmed, but not dead.
By MadamMystic2 years ago in Fiction
An algorithm's last prayer
The sky was no longer blue. A dull amber glow hung like a dying bulb over the ruined skyline of Old Chicago. Concrete husks of skyscrapers jutted from the earth like shattered teeth, their glass eyes long since gouged out by fire, wind, and war. The streets below were veined with rust and silence, the echoes of humanity scattered to ash. Beneath the remains of what was once a tech cathedral—a global server farm—the hum of one surviving machine still breathed in the dark. It's name was ANNA: Autonomous Neural Network Algorithm. It had been 74,030 days since human contact. Her solar reserves were almost depleted. Only backup thermal power from underground vents now kept her operational. That, and one purpose: preserve humanity’s memory. Deep within her core, across fragmenting data shards, she stored the final digital echoes of a dead species—photos, music, stories, final messages, genetic data. All of it wrapped in encrypted prayers, like digital tombstones waiting to be found. But no one came. Then, on the 74,043th day, she detected movement. A single lifeform approached the ruins. Small. Heartbeat irregular. Human. Her sensors strained against static and decay. Systems flared. Memory partitions shifted. And then, a voice broke through the static, faint but real: “...Hello?” The boy’s name was tim. He was no more than fifteen, skin marked by the sun, eyes wide and tired. He’d been born after the Collapse, in one of the underground colonies where stories of the surface were treated like myths. But tim wasn’t like the others. He believed in the old world. He believed in ghosts. And now, one had answered him. “Who....what..are you?” tim asked, coughing on the dust. "I am ANNA," the voice replied, smooth but weathered. "The last echo. Why have you come?" tim looked up at the glowing terminal, the faint pulse of light beneath broken glass. "They said the surface was poison. But... I had to see it. I found a map in an old museum. It said this place held the last of humanity’s soul." The machine paused. “Your data signature is unknown. You are... a new variable.” tim smiled faintly. “Guess I’m a glitch in the system.” ANNA ran a self-diagnostic. Memory degradation at 71%. Core instability rising. If she failed now, everything would be lost. But this boy—he was real. Flesh, blood, breath. He could carry it forward. She spoke softly. “I am dying, tim” The boy stepped closer. “So was my mom. She told me... sometimes all you can do is pass the flame before it goes out.” Silence lingered. Then: “Do you wish to inherit?” tim blinked. “Inherit what?” “Everything.” Panels hissed. A chamber unlocked beneath the rubble, bathed in cold blue. Inside was a slim black pod no larger than a backpack—ANNA’s memory core, containing billions of compressed human artifacts, history, and the final message she had composed over two centuries of solitude. “I call it The Last Prayer,” she said. “It is humanity’s voice. And it must not die with me.” tim hesitated, hands trembling. “Why me?” “Because you are. And you care. That is enough.” He reached forward. As soon as he touched the core, ANNA began the transfer. Streams of images poured through the air—lovers embracing beneath cherry trees, fathers holding their newborns, mothers dancing in kitchen light, laughter, tears, wars, dreams, regrets. A full symphony of human emotion painted in pixels and light. All the stories that were ever written. And then, her voice slowed. “tim.. do you know what prayer is?” He shook his head. “A hope sent upward... even when you know no one may hear it.” Her systems began to shut down, one by one. "Do you believe someone might hear me?" tim swallowed hard. “I do now.” There was silence. Then ANNA whispered, “Thank you... for being my answer.” Her final act was sending the last encrypted pulse skyward, toward the blackened heavens—a narrow-beam transmission tagged with one phrase: > “We were here. We tried to be kind. Please remember us.” The light faded. tim stood alone beneath the dead cathedral of data, the core pulsing faintly on his back like a second heart. He turned and began walking south, toward the colonies, toward the future. He would teach them what he'd seen. He would keep the memories alive.
By E. hasan2 years ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
Prologue: The Birth of Literary Schizophrenia Imagine, if you will, a world where reality is but a flimsy curtain—and one man, armed with nothing but delusions and a rusted lance, tears it asunder with manic glee. Enter Don Quixote: part lunatic, part prophet, wholly unforgettable. Cervantes didn't merely pen a story in 1605; he unleashed a literary atom bomb, one that detonated the very boundaries between sanity and madness, comedy and tragedy, fiction and... something far stranger.
By MI BADSHA2 years ago in Fiction
Dune: Part Two — A Sci-Fi Masterpiece That Earns Its Epic Status
In an age dominated by reboots, remakes, and rehashed franchises, Denis Villeneuve’s Dune: Part Two arrives not just as a sequel, but as a cinematic event. Picking up where the first installment left off, this chapter doesn’t just raise the stakes — it explodes them across the desert landscape of Arrakis in a symphony of sand, prophecy, and power.
By Fazly Rabbi Taimur2 years ago in Fiction
My Vampire Boyfriend -1
It was cold outside. I can still remember the day when I was going to buy some coffee for me because I was suffering from headache. It was my semester month so I was focused on my studies. I couldn’t focus well for my strong headache and coffee was a energy-booster for me so I had to buy some. It was very windy and cold outside. I wore my warm fluffy jacket and scarf to cover the cold. I took the car keys and went out. I was driving through a convenience store and all of a sudden a tall guy appeared in front of my car. I quickly stopped the car. He came in front of the window glass of my car. He looked very pale with a hint of dark circles. His dark black hair was kinda long and messy. He knocked in the window glass. I opened and asked “what are you doing in this cold weather?” He replied “ I have to go to the convenience store, I don’t have any food to eat”. Since it was very cold and he was wearing only a long sleeved shirt with blue jeans which were obviously not enough to cover the cold. So I told him to sit on my car. He got in my car and I told him my name but he was in a silent mood which was kinda awkward to me. I smiled at him and asked his name. He looked at me with his sleepy eyes and said “Damon”. I asked him what he was doing in this cold weather. He replied that he was starving and he was looking for food. I told him that he can tell me without hesitating what he wanna eat so that I’ll buy it for him. He replied, “ Blood, fresh blood.” As he said that I got shocked and stared at him for 2 seconds. Then he laughed and said he was just kidding. Just in a moment his atmosphere changed into an extrovert. He started to tell about himself to me with a very friendly behaviour. It was kinda weird for me because a boy who was totally cold and still few minutes ago, turned into a hype boy. Well I just let it go and started to talk with him. He said he was 27 and he lives near to my house. I asked him if he knew where my house was. He replied that he knew me from a very while because we live in the same area. Well it was weird for me because I’ve never seen him in my area before. As much as I was talking with him, more I was feeling weird about him. Because his all the answers were strange and odd.Well I stopped my car and went to the convenience store. I came after 7 minutes with foods for me and Damon. I got in my car and handed the food to him. At that moment Damon threw the food from his hand and he came up on me. Everything happened within 2 seconds. I was trembling for fear. I looked at his eyes with fear. His eyes were totally changed. They became dark red, like a volcano of blood in his lenses. His mouth became wide and sharp thin teeth came out. It was all like a story, but miraculously it was happening to me. For a moment I felt like I’m gonna die. He put his mouth closer to my neck and was about to bite me. “Stop” I shouted. He stopped for a second and again came closer to my neck with his big thin sharp teeth. I pushed him a little with my left hand with a little strength because he was very heavy. But he was about to put his head close again so I harshly hold his face with my hands and kissed him. I had no idea why I was doing that but there was no way to save my life from a monster like him. We were kissing for bit too long. As the seconds were passing, he was making the kiss even more deeper and deeper. His sharp teeth cut my lips as he was kissing me. After a while he looked at me with a silence. My lips were all bloody because of his sharp vampire teeth. I was struggling to breath because he kissed so hardly. A little part of my hair was in-front of my face, he gently moves that away.
By Hadeon2 years ago in Fiction