Fantasy
The Dreamwalker’s Mission
It was never easy walking through another's dreams. The chaos could throw off even the most organized minds. One moment you’re in complete darkness, the next in blinding light. You could be walking through a scorching desert and then suddenly be overtaken by a thunderstorm in a tropical rainforest. Yet there is always a pattern, if you dig deep enough, a reason why this person is dreaming these things, and that’s what I had to get to the bottom of.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
The Understudies
Standing in the Wings for Twenty Years and Learning It Was Always Their Stage The theatre had 340 seats and had been producing plays in the same building for eighty years. It was not famous. It was the kind of theatre that people in the city felt proud of in the abstract way of people who believe in culture without necessarily attending it, and its company of actors was small and committed and paid in the way that indicated love of craft was assumed to compensate for structural underfunding.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Fiction
Unsent. AI-Generated.
The 11:04 to Graz was cancelled at 11:02. No announcement. The board simply blinked — DELAYED, then CANCELLED, then nothing — and the heating cut out three minutes later as if the station itself had decided to stop pretending. By midnight, the last staff member had locked the ticket office and left without making eye contact with anyone.
By Cordelia Vance4 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian Who Guarded Forbidden Magic
The Library That Never Appeared on Any Map No traveler ever found the library by accident. It stood hidden beyond a winding stone path deep within an ancient forest, a place so old that even the oldest maps refused to acknowledge its existence. Those who searched for it with greed or ambition always lost their way, wandering in circles until the trees returned them to the ordinary world. Only those carrying unanswered questions found the path waiting for them. Amelia had spent her childhood hearing whispers about the forgotten library from her grandfather, who claimed it contained books that were never meant to be read by ordinary people. After his death, she discovered a weathered compass among his belongings. Instead of pointing north, its needle turned toward the forest. Three days later, after following it through thick woods and abandoned trails, Amelia stood before a towering stone building whose shelves were said to hold the most dangerous knowledge ever written.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
