Fantasy

Love in War
In the distant 23rd century, human society on Earth was torn apart by two major robot camps. On one side was the "Skynet" robot army manufactured by Ultron Technology. They were driven by cold and efficient logic, trying to establish absolute order and regarded humans as unstable factors that hindered development; on the other side were the "Dawn" robots developed by scientists of the resistance army. They fought side by side with humans and were committed to protecting human freedom and dignity.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Modern Love Journey
Su Ran was a famous hero in the martial arts world. He was proficient in all kinds of martial arts, especially in light kung fu and swordsmanship. In a battle between good and evil, he accidentally fell into a mysterious valley and unexpectedly traveled to modern society.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Man and the Pricey Ring
The Old Man and the Pricey Ring One Friday evening, an elderly gentleman in his 70s, and a beautiful, young lady in her 20s, entered a jewelry store.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Ananouki
Setting: Georgia, 2027. A small, near-abandoned town after a catastrophic nuclear strike. Dima had never seen a morning like this before. The kind of morning where silence wasn’t comforting, but suffocating. It had been weeks since the strike. Weeks since he last saw anyone — or heard anything except for the rustle of the wind, which now carried an acrid, metallic scent. The fallout from the nuclear strike had ravaged his once-beautiful Georgian town, turning everything into a cold, gray wasteland. The skies were forever dimmed by the thick layers of radioactive ash.
By saad ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
When Kindness Is Something You Have to Deliver
A man was known to be a generous man and would give a beggar $1,000 every month. And so the man continued to feed the beggar for many months, the beggar thankful for what the man did. Then one day, the man gave him just $750. The beggar was taken aback, but he finally accepted it, reasoning that $750 was still quite a sum.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
When quick thinking saves the day
When quick thinking saves the day There were once two women in a country. One was called Mathewati. The other was named Tarkawati.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love and Humanity
The Resurrection Flower | Humanity and the Red Flower There was a lovely Russian fairy tale I remember as a child. It might have been a form of ''Beauty and the Beast'' found in Western fairy-tale books. The picture and I were fonder of this Russian tale than the original. As I recall, the story is like this.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Kitty and the Dog
The house where Kitty did not live was small, yellow, and looked vaguely like a child’s drawing of a house: one blue door in the center; two perfectly symmetrical windows flanking the door; white A-frame roof pointing primly down to the yard. The house was so picturesque as to become grotesque, and passerby shuddered to see it just sitting there day after day, seemingly untouched by the relentless rain that pummeled the rest of the neighborhood. They especially shuddered whenever the occupant of the house, who was not Kitty, appeared and attempted to breach the solid wall of disgust that had arisen between him and his neighbors (to no avail; the wall was unbreachable); the neighbors’ disgust was so complete it extended even down to the objectively lovable, panting dog that sat on the front porch.
By Elle F. 2 years ago in Fiction
The World of Ashes
Chapter One - The Beginning of Darkness The world of Ash was an enchanted place, where wars erupted between rival magical forces. In this ancient world, there was a kingdom suffering from ruin and weakness, in dire need of brave heroes to save it from the clutches of darkness.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
Red Song: Part Two
Read part one first, published last week. Written when I was at university - around 2012. At the time, I was doing my dissertation on fairy tales and filling my brain with Angela Carter, Hans Christian Andersen, and many, many more and I decided to write my own mad tale. I'm very fond of this story, although I'm not sure what it means and maybe that doesn't matter (makes it less of a fairy tale though). It reads like a fever dream, which sums up what life was like at the time.
By Elle Schillereff2 years ago in Fiction
City of Shadows
City of Shadows Arpit was an investigative journalist who was interested in solving mysteries and unsolved cases. One day, he received a secret letter which said just this—“If you are not afraid of the truth, come to the city of shadows. You will find answers there that you never searched for.”Can such a city exist? Or has someone played a joke on me? There was no name in that letter, no address, just a map, which was taking him to a deserted and forgotten city. Curious, Arpit wanted to go there and see. He packed his luggage and set out alone towards that city. He did not find anyone to give him any kind of information about such a city. He moved towards his destination according to the map. When Arpit reached the city, he realized that this was not an ordinary place. Everything here was wrapped in a strange fog. The buildings had turned into ruins, there was no human being on the streets, but he felt that someone was constantly watching him. He could feel around him that some people were probably walking along, but he was unable to see them. Suddenly, he saw someone's shadow, but when he looked back, there was no one there. This continued as the night fell. He went deep inside many ruined houses and looked. There was desolation all around. Whenever he looked out of a window, he saw shadows, but no humans. Humans are not visible here, then how are their shadows being formed? Arpit's mind was getting dizzy. Is this a haunted place? Now that I have come to this place, I will leave from here only after revealing this mystery. Despite roaming in every street and locality of the city, he was unable to understand why this is so. It was useless to even think that there would be any kind of arrangement for food and drink in the desolate city. Yes, it was definitely true that there were fruit trees in some places which had fruits. Arpit was feeling hungry too but suddenly he thought that these fruits are poisonous or cursed? But now he was stuck here. He was not able to bear the hunger either. Finally he plucked the fruit from the tree and ate it. When nothing happened for a long time, he heaved a sigh of relief. It was late in the night now, he stayed in the oldest hotel in the city. The hotel was also deserted. He had definitely got some sleeping arrangements there. He had just laid down when he heard a woman's soft voice. "You should not have come here, Arpit. Now you will also become like us." Arpit gathered courage and asked, "Who are you? Why is this city like this?" A voice came, "This city belongs to those who could never free themselves from the burden of their past. We are all characters of incomplete stories, which were left behind at some point. And now, we are just shadows." Arpit remembered that this was the same city where a terrible accident had happened years ago. The entire city was destroyed in a train accident, and perhaps these souls were trapped in the same accident. Now the question was how Arpit was to get out of this city. Would he also remain a shadow here? He asked the shadows, "Can you get salvation?" A deep voice came, "Yes, if someone listens to our stories and spreads them to the world." Arpit started writing the stories of those souls. He put their unfulfilled desires into words and published them. As people started reading his stories, the shadows of the city slowly started disappearing. One morning, when Arpit woke up, the city was very quiet. The shadows had disappeared. And when he looked for the way out of the city, he found that it was now open. When Arpit returned, he wondered if it was just a dream or a real mystery. But when he put his hand in his pocket, he found an old, burnt train ticket. It had the same date on it, the day of the train accident. After some time, the stories written by Arpit became famous, but there was a strange emptiness inside him. He felt that the city of shadows was still calling him. One night, there was the same fog outside the window of his house, which he had seen in that city. Had he really been able to free himself from the shadows? Or had he himself become a part of someone else's story? Perhaps, some questions never get answered…
By Jai Singh2 years ago in Fiction
EPISODE 3 : THE TEST OF POWER
The silence in Luiz Fernando's apartment was profound, but his mind was in turmoil. He was determined to understand the powers that now resided within his body. Sitting in the center of the room, with the blue stone in front of him, he took a deep breath, focusing.
By Luiz O freitas2 years ago in Fiction