Fantasy
No Signal, No Mercy
Crash site Silence The sky was wrong. Color bled from it in purples and ash-blue streaks, pulsing like bruises across the heavens. Captain Mira Lorne crawled from the wreckage of the Odyssey-6, her suit sparking at the seams, air hissing from a fracture near her left side. The emergency oxygen reserves flickered to life, and she sat in silence amid the twisted metal and scorched soil of an alien world. Her coms buzzed static. No signal. She tapped the controls again. Nothing.
By Shah Jehan2 years ago in Fiction
Breath Between Battles
The Sky That Burned The sky was always red now. Not the romantic, dreamy kind of red. This was ash and fire, smeared across the heavens like the war itself had climbed into the sky and painted its anger there. Everything was scorched. The city, once alive with neon lights and laughter, was now just bones—steel and concrete twisted into broken silhouettes. And in the middle of that shattered world, we found each other.
By Shah Jehan2 years ago in Fiction
The Nameless Stranger. Top Story - April 2025.
A name is usually the first thing we learn about a person, but that was definitely not the case at this meeting. Sitting in front of me is a man; his strawberry-red hair cut short, with the heavy curls creating a puff-like look to his head. Looking out the window, his eyes scanning the countryside as we move past, on the way to the city—our destination.
By M. W. Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Stuff of Books
Ryan made his way across the commons. On the far side of the campus was a small independent bookstore, where he spent most of his time, aside from eating near the cafeteria. He wasn't enrolled in the school, despite the owner's urgings. On this day, the wind was especially strong. As he walked, the gusts whipped around him like a foreboding force—a warning he chose to ignore. He was running later than usual, and he knew his boss would likely scold him for it. Which made him more anxious than normal.
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing Fate
Brown, his eyes were the color of mud. There was nothing special about them. They lightened considerably when he came in contact with his daemon kin. They almost glowed, but with the color of melted chocolate. It was like a shock to his system. His hand was not singed from the flames that covered the animal's body. His fingers felt tingly after he had been thrown back hard enough to land on top of Shadow. He used his hands to pull himself upright. As he did he used the wolf's body as leverage without thinking. There wasn't too much time to marvel at what occurred. Ryan heard Agnes screaming outside of the cabin. He had not planned to be tossed through a wall. It caused his body to ache all over. "We better get moving!" His companion warned him. "Come on, Ryan, move faster!"
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Eldoria s heroes
Jasper’s Challenge Jasper, the mighty bear, was already known for his strength, but he was eager to learn if there was more he could do. He journeyed to the highest peaks of Eldoria Vale, where the winds howled and the air was thin. There, he met an ancient bear who had lived for centuries. His fur was silvered with age, and his eyes held the wisdom of the ages.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Fiction
Mawya’s Tide
Prologue: The Bone Flute Long before partition, before maps, there was the Mawya—the living breath of the Sundarbans. Fisherfolk say it sleeps in the mangrove roots, exhaling through tiger lungs and tidal blood. But when the shrimp farms came, steel cages devouring the brackish creeks, the Mawya began to choke.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dusk riders
Prologue: The Fractured Moon They say the moon shattered the day we lied to the sun. A thousand years ago, the Sun smiths of Ahriyat forged a pact: Burn bright, and we will feed you stories of joy. But joy grew scarce. Wars salted the earth. Grief thickened the air. The sun, starved and bitter, began to dim. Desperate, the Sun smiths fed it a new tale—a lie about eternal devotion. The sun burned brighter, but its light grew cruel, peeling skin from bones. When the truth surfaced, the sun cracked the moon in retaliation, and the First Shadows crawled from its wounds.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana2 years ago in Fiction
