Fantasy

The Fourth Door: When the Moon Swallows the Sun
The ashy remnants of the mysterious note still clung to my fingertips when the first unnatural thing happened. Three weeks had passed since Niko and I escaped the Librarian's realm. We'd burned the clothes we wore that night, scrubbed the cobblestone dust from our skin until it turned raw, and made a sacred pact never to speak of the corridor again. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.
By Riwapra2 years ago in Fiction
"The Girl Who Foretold Shadows Before Their Arrival"
Emily was a girl with a vivid imagination, one that transcended the ordinary. Her mind crafted entire realms of possibilities; some days, she envisioned herself as a princess in a distant kingdom, while on others, she imagined delving into the depths of mysterious caves or soaring through the sky like a bird. These flights of fancy brought Emily joy, serving as her refuge and solace. However, there was an extraordinary aspect to her imagination—something darker and unseen by others.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Church
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Cursed Church Camellia stood at the edge of the dark forest, her eyes fixed on the old church known as "The Cursed Church" in the remote village. She had heard many legends and scary stories about this abandoned and mysterious place, but her curiosity wouldn't let her stay away.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Bond
Prologue: The Promise "Some bonds are written in the stars—others are forged in fire." The first time James saw Max, the German Shepherd was a mangy, half-starved stray lurking outside his Army barracks in Afghanistan. Most soldiers ignored the skittish dog, but James—a medic with a soft spot for broken things—left out a plate of lamb kebabs from the mess hall.
By M Idrees khan2 years ago in Fiction
Our Neighborhood’s Group Chat Went Viral… Now We’re All Suspects in a ‘Who Ate Karen’s Quiche?’ Mystery
It began, as all modern tragedies do, with a text message. Karen Parkins, president of the Maplewood Culinary Beautification Committee (and self-appointed guardian of all things “artisanal”), had spent three days crafting her infamous caramelized-onion-and-gruyère quiche for the neighborhood potluck. She’d even Instagrammed it mid-bake with the caption, “When your crust is flakier than your ex’s promises. 💅” But when she arrived at the community center, the quiche was gone. All that remained was a lone spinach fleck and a note: “Sorry! 😬” written in Comic Sans on a Post-It.
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Fiction
The God Hand
Elanor gazed upon the massive structure in front of her, the height of half a dozen men and twice as wide around its heavy iron base that clung to the floor like a mountain rising out of the earth. The dwarves and Elves had worked alongside each other once again with the materials supplied by the newly rebuilt city of Geldar. The finishing touches were performed over the last weeks as the Nymphs of Agathok had arrived and began blessing every inch of the machine with their magics, bolstering the warding runes and giving the steel a low hum from the contained power.
By Brier2 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Blood. Top Story - April 2025.
Sleek gray rock whizzed by at a thousand miles an hour as a man clad in heavy grime covered plates of armor fell. He had lost track of how much time he had been falling for, his loose grip on consciousness making it impossible to even guess. the sun had not shown the bloody dark tunnel its light in more time than a man could comprehend, yet the walls could be seen as if some other force was present, lending its sight to those who came here.
By Brier2 years ago in Fiction
A world without a white face
Every time you make a choice it creates a different reality, another you. 100 miles out of Tennessee and 20 miles from a friendly face I have to think what would have happened if I shucked instead of jived. Every headlight that I saw I ducked down wondering if this was the one to lay me down. It wasn’t no time for black folk here and I asked myself if we ever would get our day.
By Muhammad Hameedul Haq2 years ago in Fiction
Duty Above All Else. Top Story - April 2025.
As dawn broke in the eastern sky, the Army of the Soulless crested the hills surrounding the village of Tranquility. When they appeared, even the area’s most dominant predator, dire wolves, moved deeper into the surrounding forest. The Army of the Soulless had only one goal—defeat and destroy every living creature in their path. The Jikininki soldiers were driven ever forward by their rulers known as Beast Masters.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
The Day Time Broke
It started at exactly 2:17 PM, on a normal Tuesday. Clocks stopped all around the globe. Digital clocks, analog clocks, atomic clocks—everything that told time stopped. Phones did not update. Watches stopped moving. Even the sun, inexplicably, appeared to stop, locked in the same spot in the sky like a photograph.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul2 years ago in Fiction
The Time Bridge
Chapter One - The Beginning of the Adventure Rami was sitting at his desk, his eyes contemplating the mysterious letter he had received days ago. This letter came to him from the missing archaeologist, Dr. Samer, who had previously worked with him on radical theories about time bridges. "Am I right? Is there really a time bridge existing there?" Rami whispered, rereading the encoded lines of the letter. He wasn't sure about the information it contained, but he felt an increasing excitement to explore this matter. Rami came from a family of archaeologists and had inherited this passion from a young age. He had always been fascinated by supernatural theories about the past and the future, and always sought the connections between ancient artifacts and modern knowledge. But this time, it was different - it wasn't just a theory, but a sign of the existence of a real time bridge. Rami decided to act immediately. He didn't have much time to waste. He grabbed the letter and left his office, heading to a major scientific conference to be held the next day. Perhaps he would find someone there who could help him in this mission. Upon arriving at the conference, Rami began looking for familiar faces. He knew that there would be many scientists and researchers specializing in space, time, and archaeology there. Suddenly, a familiar person caught his attention - Sally, the former astronaut who had collaborated with him on some research projects in the past. "Sally! You're here too?" Rami exclaimed excitedly as he approached her. Sally looked up from her files and smiled warmly. "Rami! What brings you to this conference?" "I have an urgent matter I want to discuss with you. Do you have time to talk?" Rami said eagerly. Sally nodded and gestured to a seat beside her. "Of course. What's the matter that seems so important?" Rami sat beside her and took the letter out of his pocket. "I received this letter from Dr. Samer. He disappeared years ago, but now he's sending me signals about the existence of a time bridge!" Sally's eyes widened as she carefully took the letter. "A time bridge? That's amazing! Do you think he's telling the truth?" "I don't know, but that's what I want to find out," Rami answered enthusiastically. "I need your help with this. You have the experience and skills needed for the expedition." Sally pondered the letter for a moment, then looked up at Rami. "Well, you've piqued my curiosity. Let's investigate this together." Rami smiled with relief. He knew Sally would be willing to help. She had always been enthusiastic about scientific adventures, and this time was no exception. "Thank you, Sally. I can't do this alone. Let's start planning the trip to the ancient city mentioned by Dr. Samer in the letter." And so, the two began discussing the next steps to explore this mysterious time bridge. They were very excited to face this intriguing challenge, unaware of the dangers that awaited them on the way.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
THE LIBRARY OF UNFINISHED BOOKS
By Lola Dam, It appeared overnight, in the hollow space between the old train station and the florist who never watered her plants.
By Lola Dam2 years ago in Fiction