Fantasy

The Memory Pawnshop.
As the enamel clock on the counter strikes seven, I touch the implanted chip that burns at the back of my neck. The third customer of the day, wrapped in a musty tweed coat, taps his memory card on the sandalwood countertop, the value of the card displaying a blood-red -47%.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
the crack of dawn
When Su Evening was checking the codes of the ancient books for the 23rd time, the monitor screen suddenly pulsed with snowflake patterns. She rubbed her sore wrist and got up to find that the 12 shelves of Song Dynasty literature in Area D were vaporizing, the yellowed pages disappearing into the air like erased pencil marks.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Broken Heart
"A Father's Lament" That is my daughter - the sorrow of my soul that has been uprooted. I laid her in a cradle carved by my own hands,
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Last Son of Ironhorn [ch.3]. Content Warning.
Balor was awoken by the beginnings of a dense downpour, the type common to the region in the late summer months. The dense canopy of the Jotunn Forest shielded them from much of the rainfall, but even so the needles of the pines could only hold back so much. Luckily enough, the foreboding hill giant bones that made up Gallows Grove were large enough to shelter under. Balor had everyone move under a massive ribcage jutting out of the ground like an overturned hull, the rib bones shielding them from the worst of the rain.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
The Dwarf That Brought Fortunes
Long before the villages were firmly established, when the people still lived in scattered settlements and survived by hunting and gathering, there were tales of mystical beings that roamed the forests. The elders spoke of spirits that watched over the land, some benevolent and others mischievous. Among these stories, one was whispered with caution—the tale of a tiny, hairy dwarf that dwelt in the forest.
By Aku Kapfo2 years ago in Fiction
Why Socrates Was Killed
Why was Socrates killed? Socrates, the greatest philosopher of all time, was actually the most hated man in Athens. He was accused of cruelty and corruption of the youth.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest.
They all had always spoken of the Enchanted Forest, a fabled forest deep in the mountains where time froze and trees whispered secrets of the ages. No one human had been in decades, yet tales of its enchantment populated her mind from when she was a little girl. She was seventeen now and weary of the humdrum ways of life in her village. She passed the prosaic days by running errands and monotonous, lifeless nights, and she hoped for more—something extraordinary. One day, after hearing yet another story about the forest from the village elder, Lena made up her mind. She would venture into the Enchanted Forest herself. Her heart raced at the thought of the adventure that awaited her. She stuffed a small backpack with a loaf of bread, a flask of water, and her grandmother's old journal, which contained sketches and writings about the forest's many secrets.
By Pen to Publish2 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Day in Court
Nature's Day in Court Udani, Chanchala, and Jayamali are three girls who work in the same boarding house in a garment factory. Despite all the difficulties and problems, they had a happy, brotherly bond. But today, there is no place to find that happiness. Udani is crying and Chanchala is crying and tired. Jayamali is looking back and forth between the two. Chanchala's phone rang. It was recorded as Amma. Jayamali picked it up. Chanchala immediately grabbed her hand.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Rope of Fate
Mistake Sujeeva's problem was facing Jinasiri. Sujeeva knew that Jinasiri would break down and come running here at any moment.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 8: The Final Confrontation Sarah burst into Captain Walker's office without knocking, her clothes still damp with vault moisture, her face pale from her encounter with Porter.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Flame of the Mahraqan
Jarrod’s knee hurt. It always hurt, ever since he broke it as a kid—never really healed. He winced, leaning over to rub the sore area. How many miles was it until the next town?
By Paul Plett2 years ago in Fiction
Protect My Legacy. Content Warning.
It had been a trying twenty twenty, lost of a well paying job just the time we had upgraded to a much richer, nicer area in Jacksonville Florida, Green Cove Springs. I sat at my computer, my dinosaur of a machine, checking of all things, Craigslist, remember that site?
By Kirkwood U Young2 years ago in Fiction