Fantasy
A fault in time
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Seconds later it started running forward again. At Buckingham Palace, in the music room, the King and Queen were in a meeting. Everyone looked at each other with confusion and horror on their faces.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Knew Tomorrow
Ethan Clarke had always known what was going to happen. Not in a supernatural way, not with visions or voices. He simply woke up each morning with a clear knowledge of the day aheadâwhat conversations heâd have, what news would break, even the smallest details like which song would play on the radio. It had been like this for as long as he could remember. At first, he thought everyone was like him. But as he grew older, he realized no one else saw time as he did. His parents dismissed his predictions as coincidences. His teachers called him imaginative. By adulthood, he had learned to live with it. He never used it for personal gain. Never played the lottery, never changed events. He simply followed the script. Until one morningâeverything changed. Ethan woke up and felt⊠nothing. His mind was blank. The day ahead, which should have been crystal clear, was an empty void. Panic gripped him. He checked his phone. No missed calls, no news alertsâyet. He turned on the TV, but before the anchor could speak, he realized he had no idea what she was going to say. For the first time in his life, he was living in the unknown. Was he sick? Was he dying? Had something broken inside his mind? Then, a thought struck him. Maybe this wasnât about him. Maybe something had changedânot just for him, but for the world itself. Determined to find out, Ethan left his apartment and walked through the city. The streets looked the same, people going about their day. But something felt off. Then, at exactly 12:07 PM, it happened. A deafening BOOM shook the ground. People screamed. Glass shattered. Smoke filled the sky. Ethan turned toward the sourceâa massive explosion in the distance. A building collapsing in on itself. This wasnât supposed to happen. His entire life, he had known the future. But this? This was something new. Something unexpected. As he stood frozen, his mind raced. Had his ability disappeared because time itself had changed? Had someoneâor somethingâaltered the future? Then, out of the chaos, he saw her. A woman in a gray coat, standing perfectly still amidst the panic. She wasnât running. She wasnât screaming. She was watching him. Their eyes met. And suddenlyâ Memories flooded back. But they werenât his. He saw flashes of another life. A world where he had met this woman before. A world where time had rewritten itself, over and over, and she was the one pulling the strings. The woman gave a small, knowing smile. Then, she turned and disappeared into the crowd. Ethanâs breath came in short gasps. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what would happen next. And for the first timeâhe was truly afraid.
By Hridoy Hasan2 years ago in Fiction
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey Quaraun lay nestled in the warmth of their shared stateroom, propped up against pillows, the soft scent of lavender oil filling the air as his handmaids flitted about, fussing over him with gentle care.
By Wendy Christine Allen đžđđŠ aka EelKat đ§żđđźđ»2 years ago in Fiction
The Map That Changed Everything
When my grandfather passed, I didnât just inherit his dusty atticâI inherited a mystery. Tucked between yellowed journals and faded photographs was a map that promised a fortune. The catch? It warned: âThe treasure will cost more than gold.â
By Ammar Jagadhita2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods The towering redwoods of Northern California stood like ancient sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy so dense that sunlight barely kissed the forest floor. For centuries, they had witnessed the passage of timeâthe rise and fall of civilizations, the whispers of lovers, the cries of the lost. But deep within the heart of the forest, where the air grew heavy with the scent of pine and earth, there was a secret. A secret that called to those who dared to listen.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Invisible Door
Aarav had lived in the same house for sixteen years. It was an old, quiet home with creaky wooden floors and peeling wallpaperânothing out of the ordinary. At least, thatâs what he thought. The night he saw the door, everything changed. It was in the hallway, near his bedroomâa tall, wooden door with an iron handle, slightly cracked as if inviting him in. The strange part? No one else could see it. Not his parents, not his younger sister. When he pointed at it, they only saw a blank wall. That night, curiosity won over fear. Aarav twisted the handle, and the door creaked open into complete darkness. A chill ran down his spine as he stepped inside. A Room That Shouldnât Exist: The space beyond was impossibly vastâfar bigger than their small house could ever contain. Towering bookshelves lined the circular walls, reaching higher than any library he had ever seen. Flickering lanterns floated in the air, casting an eerie golden glow. The room smelled of old paper, ink, and something elseâa metallic tang in the air, like the scent of a coming storm. At the center stood a massive wooden desk covered in parchment, quills, and a single yellowed page. The words appeared the moment he touched it: "You are the first to find this door in 100 years. Leave now, or take the key and stay forever." A rusty key lay beside the note. His heartbeat thundered. He turned to leaveâbut the door had vanished. The wall behind him was now another bookshelf, filled with books that bore no titles, only symbols etched in a language he didnât recognize. The Names of the Forgotten: He ran his fingers over the book spines, feeling their strange warmth. One book trembled beneath his touch. He pulled it out and opened it. The pages werenât filled with words. They were filled with names. Hundreds of names. The last one at the bottom: Aarav Mehta. His breath caught in his throat. His name had appeared before he even made a choice. He flipped through the pages, and his blood ran cold. Some names had been crossed out. Others glowed faintly, pulsing like they were alive. A few pages were missing entirely, torn out violently. Had those people escaped? Or had they been erased? Then he heard it. A whisper. Not from behind him, not from the shadows, but from the very pages of the book. "Heâs here." Aarav dropped the book. The lanterns flickered, and the air in the room thickened, pressing in on him. The shadows between the shelves deepened, shifting. Somethingâsomeoneâwas watching him. The Choice: His eyes darted to the key. A heavy feeling settled in his chest. If he took the key, he knew he would learn the truth of this place. The names, the missing pages, the whispers. But could he ever return home? If he refused⊠would he become one of the forgotten names in the book? The whispering grew louder, more urgent. The bookshelves trembled. Aarav could feel time slipping, stretching, as if he had already been in this room far longer than he realized. His fingers hovered over the key. A breath. A decision. The room blinked. And Aarav wasâ The Door Remains Days later, his family packed his belongings. His room was untouched, exactly as he had left it. Except for one thing. The space in the hallway where he had first seen the invisible door? Now, there was a door. A real one. But no one in the house dared to open it. And in the library that should not exist, a book lay open on a desk, glowing faintly with a new name. A name that had not yet been crossed out. âThe End?
By Obsidian Pages2 years ago in Fiction
