Fantasy
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
The Princess That Weaves The Northern Lights
Child: "Mummy, is there a princess who weaves the Northern Lights? How does she do it? What is her name?" Children always have questions, and even when they are given answers, they have more questions. This is one of the many ways that children learn
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
True Love Isn't About Spark, It's About Growth
All relationships will reach a point where they feel ''boring'' after quite a few years. This is the truth nobody is telling you. The butterflies will calm, the 3 A.M. talking will become commonplace, and the thrill of novelty will wear off. Though love has not disappeared. It just means it's growing. What is the magic of love in the face of the challenges? It's about building a fire.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.11: Absolute Power
Begin with Chapter 1.1 Click here to jump back to Chapter 1.10 The rumors that sweep across Valon regarding the Northern Realm have grown into stories of nightmares and monsters. Some say a monstrous beast lurks within the fog, preying on lost wanderers. Others believe there's a spirit hidden within the realm that comes to life through the forest; its life force is said to radiate through the forest from the floor to the tree tops.
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 15
15. Land of Ahkana Surrounded by darkness, Trevor blinked, unsure if his eyes were open. Nothing reflected off his iris’. He felt restricted, but nothingness surrounded him. Anxiety filled his soul as the overwhelming pressure of being lost in a void suffocated him.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
THE SILENT WITNESS
When Jason, a seasoned crime scene cleaner, is called to an upscale apartment to clean up after what appears to be a tragic suicide, he finds something that shakes him to his core—a hidden message written in blood. As he delves deeper, he realizes the "suicide" may have been something far more sinister, and the real killer is watching his every move.-- Jason had seen it all. Fifteen years as a crime scene cleaner had numbed him to the sight of blood, the scent of death, and the whispers of those who once lived. His job was simple: erase the remnants of tragedy, make it as though nothing had ever happened. But this time, something was different. The call came in at dawn. An upscale penthouse in the heart of the city. A woman in her late twenties, found in her bathtub with wrists slashed. The police had already ruled it a suicide. Routine cleanup, they said. Jason arrived at the apartment, greeted by the hollow silence of a home that no longer had a heartbeat. He set to work, methodically scrubbing the crimson stains from the pristine white tiles, but as he wiped down the mirror, something caught his eye. A message. Faint, nearly washed away by the steam and blood splatter. “HE MADE ME.”
By Timothy odogun 2 years ago in Fiction
The Blackout Paradox
Chapter 6: The Final Choice Elliot awoke in a brightly lit room. White walls surrounded him. There was but one chair. Evelyn sat across from him, her skin pale. The man was dressed in a suit. He stood before them. His presence was unnatural. His features were fuzzy, like static on a malfunctioning screen. You were warned," he repeated. His voice was layered like many voices speaking at once. "The world is not ready to remember." Elliot curled his hands into fists. "You're who?" The man smiled. "We are The Architects. Keepers of reality. Your persistence is. problematic." Elliot looked at Evelyn. She had fear in her eyes. The Architect offered his hand with the glinting metallic object. "A choice, Mr. Grayson. Forget everything, live in harmony. Or remember. and cease to be." Chapter 7: The Choice That Wasn’t a Choice Elliot looked at the object in the hand of The Architect. Its metallic surface pulsed with energy as if it were living. Let go and live in peace. Remember and be forgotten. His heart was pounding. Everything within him recognized that this was not right. Reality was not something that should be manipulated. You can't continue with this," Elliot told him, his voice surer than he had anticipated. "You're rewriting history, playing god. Human beings have the right to know the truth." The Architect leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Reality? And what would they do with it, Mr. Grayson? Collapse into chaos? Despair? Humanity thrives on certainty—on the illusion of being in command." Evelyn gripped Elliot's arm. She was pleading. "Elliot, don't give in to them." The Architect sighed. "Alright then. Since you're not going to decide, we're going to decide for you." He turned it on. A blinding pain pierced Elliot's head. His vision was blurring, static creeping into the edges of his mind. His thoughts, his memories—they were being rewritten. Negation Not like that. Fight it. With sheer resolve, Elliot held on to the only reality that was his—his name. His mission. His reality. And then Everything shattered. --- Chapter 8: Breaking the System Elliot woke up gasping for air. But he was not in the white room. He was in this gigantic room full of floating screens all around him—each of them containing different realities. In one of them he was a teacher. In another one he was a politician. In another. he was never born. The Architects had been rebooting the world again and again. He spun around, racing heart, and noticed Evelyn standing close behind him, her eyes wide with horror. "Elliot. this is the command center." A glowing console pulsed at the room's center. It was as if it were living, with energy pulsating through it. Here's how they do it," Evelyn whispered. "Here's how they reboot the whole thing." A new voice was heard across the chamber. You shouldn't have been able to locate this place. The Architect was at the far end of the room, his body shifting from one face to another like a distorted mirror. "The experiment has lasted long enough." Elliot braced his shoulders. "You think you can reset us indefinitely?" The Architect smiled. "Yes," Elliot's hand shot for the console. If he could override it—if he could shut down the cycle— The moment his hands touched the controls was when reality distorted. Chapter 9: Resetting for the End Elliot was standing in his apartment. Morning sunlight filtered through the window. His laptop monitor flashed. Outside was the city as usual—people walking about, cars beeping, life going on as if nothing had ever happened. His phone buzzed. David "Hey, man. Want to get some coffee? Wild dreams last night." Elliot’s blood ran cold. He strode to his desk. His notebook was propped up on one sentence, penned in his own hand: The world begins anew every 48 hours. His heart raced. He remembered it all. The Architects had tried to erase him. They had failed. Never before had one succeeded in penetrating the system. And he was not about to throw away his second chance. Elliot took his laptop with him. This time he would expose the truth before they could silence him. before the next reset started --- Epilogue: The Loop Continues Deep inside the command center, The Architect sat and observed as Elliot frantically typed. A second bystander walked alongside him. "Should we delete him again?" The Architect smiled. "No. Let him run. Let him spread the 'truth.'" He turned around, his body transforming into something unrecognizable. The greatest of all illusions Is the one which they have themselves discovered.
By Farhat Adan2 years ago in Fiction
