Fantasy

Johane's journey to venus
Johane's journey to venus Johane was not like other kids in her neighborhood. While others played with dolls or ran around the park, she sat by the window at night, staring at the sky, lost in dreams. The bright, shining planet Venus had always fascinated her. She read every book she could find about it, watched documentaries, and even drew pictures of what she imagined Venus looked like up close.
By Eden Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Who Is It That's Stealing My food?
Jacob felt baffled. Who was stealing his food? Four weeks ago, he left food on the bench. It was leftover from a wild dinner party with his neighbors. By the time they had left, he needed to go to bed.
By Calvin London2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The next morning found Sarah in borrowed clothes, bent over Leonardo's workbench as dawn light filtered through the workshop's high windows. She had spent the night studying the manuscript, comparing its contents to Leonardo's current notes while he worked on what he would only call "the device."
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The man who stood before Sarah couldn't have been more than forty, with keen eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a simple linen shirt stained with paint and charcoal, and his fingers were spotted with ink. But it was his smile that caught her attention – knowing, yet kind as if he were welcoming back an old friend rather than meeting a stranger from the future.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The world reassembled itself in fragments. First came the smell – not the familiar musty scent of the museum's archives, but something sharper: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and sun-baked stone. Then sound returned: the clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones, distant shouting in rapid Italian, and the cry of gulls overhead.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah Matthews' footsteps echoed through the empty halls of the British Museum's basement archives, a familiar sound that usually brought her comfort. Tonight, however, something felt different. The air itself seemed charged with anticipation as she made her way past rows of newly acquired artifacts, her lamp casting dancing shadows on the stone walls.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Nine While Nine. Content Warning.
Something Dark Is On Its Way…. Mind Your Step and Guard Your Heart There are things that humans are not meant to know… In one explosive night, Isabeau Finne’s perfect life shatters into chaos when she learns of them. Thrust into an ancient society of exiled beings still thriving and hidden among us, she becomes ensnared in a secret world teeming with breathtaking beauty and danger. As she navigates between veiled realms and modern Seattle, each shocking revelation tears at the fabric of her reality and threatens her very existence.
By Stasia Morineaux2 years ago in Fiction
Minding Mortals
When it rained, Uri hid himself among the Lost. He was formed of rain itself, yet this could not be presumed by his appearance. Even if humans were made privy to the existence of Immortals, they were a small-minded race, and many things were inscrutable. One ought not expect a human to comprehend the intricacies of things not of their kind, especially those that were greater and elder than themselves. Humans were an impetuous race, of course. Because Uri had existed for many centuries and travelled to many places, he spoke every tongue known to man. Cerulea was omnipresent; Vatia lived in a castle made of clouds, towering above the rest. At times, her booming voice erupted from the skies with a message for the Oris. The orders of a Queen must always be obeyed, lest a Child be banished.
By choreomanias2 years ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Fiction
Of Figs and Fire. Content Warning.
Thousands of years ago, there was a wild man who played naked in the mud all day to keep cool. One day a fig farmer from the city dressed in furs and leather came upon him and told him, "I made you from that mud". The wild man said, "No!?" The farmer taught him how to grow plants from the mud, which made the wild man think the farmer was right as life bloomed from the mud in a few days. But this was a trick to get the wild man to follow his commands. The farmer told the wild man to leave them be until he returned, and the wild man listened.
By DaMaGe 2 years ago in Fiction
Storm was a guardian, a protector of the land and its people
In the sleepy town of Willowdale, nestled between two great mountains, a legendary being was said to reside. They called her Storm, a powerful and mysterious entity with the ability to control the very elements themselves.
By Bakhtt menn2 years ago in Fiction
THE IRON GULLET OF LAKE VELES
FISH WITH BOLTED JAWS Élodie Beauchamp’s morning catch writhed in the net like shrapnel in a sack. Thirty walleye spilled onto the dock, their mouths fused shut with iron bolts. One fish thrashed violently, copper-plated gills humming Kerrivan Mining’s anthem: “From Earth’s cold womb, we bring the future’s bloom!”
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction