Fantasy
Mermaid on a Motorcycle
Have you ever seen a mermaid ride a motorcycle? – Neither did I. Until yesterday, that is. You will, of course, reasonably object that this is all made up, just a stupid joke. Because no one can ride a motorcycle with one limb, pardon me one tail, as the motorcycle requires the balance of two equally weighted legs. And I would have fully agreed with you. Again, only before yesterday, when I saw it with my own eyes. But let me tell you everything from the beginning.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
The Apple (iPad) of Discord. Content Warning.
It was intended to be a day of glorious celebration on Mount Pelion as the great hero and king of Phthia, Peleus, was to wed the beautiful Goddess, Thetis. Many of the Gods and Goddesses were in attendance to watch the beautiful union of Peleus and Thetis, many mortals were also in attendance, which made this event even more unique and special. The wedding was perfect and went off without a hitch... but the reception brought an unexpected... issue... that no one expected. Thetis had purposely disinvited the Eris, the Goddess of Discord. This was because Thetis never forgave Eris for turning her first love into a fish after a disagreement many moons ago.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Fiction
HTURT. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
Anna’s eyes watered as they jumped across the screen. She’d been staring at the code for two weeks straight, with only occasional breaks to stow the laptop and the rest of their gear under the weathered floorboards. Sirens blared outside, but she barely noticed anymore. The only thing that made her hackles rise were the scuffed leather boots against the cobblestones.
By Alexander Not a Dumas2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf and the Warrior. Content Warning.
8am Saturday morning at Red Riding Hoods house. Hey, I’m Melinda Burgis, but people call me Little Red Riding Hood. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning; I did all my homework, so I have the whole weekend to do what I want. Sunday I’m supposed to go out with my friend Gina, but today I’m going to help my mother in the kitchen.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction
Promise of Love. AI-Generated.
The story of Rizwan and Meghla began in the green courtyard of the college, with a cup of tea in between classes. Spending rainy afternoons together, sitting in the corner of the library and talking silently with their eyes—everything had a deep allure.
By Md Mahbub Alam2 years ago in Fiction
The Seedy Stalkers in the Dark
It wasn’t the first time the vegetables had come to life, but this time, something had changed. The tomatoes, carrots, eggplants, and squash that had been cursed were not simply moving—they were hunting, stalking.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
Elon Musk Sees a Hungry Girl – His Next Move Will Warm Your Heart
A young girl, probably around 8 or 9, approached Elon Musk in a fancy restaurant one quiet evening. He was sitting alone at a corner table, lost in thought and jotting down ideas on a napkin after finishing his meal. The atmosphere was calm, with soft conversations and the gentle clinking of glasses in the background. Suddenly, the door opened, and the girl stepped in, looking a bit out of place in her oversized jacket and mismatched shoes. She hesitated for a moment, her wide eyes scanning the room, clearly overwhelmed by the bright lights.
By Alishba Malik2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the veil
For centuries, humanity had believed in a cosmic balance—three realms forming a divine trinity: heaven, hell, and the corporeal plane. Each obeyed unbreakable laws, locked in an eternal struggle for souls. But when the Vatican uncovered evidence of a forbidden fourth realm—the antispace—the very foundation of faith and reality trembled. This was no celestial body or hellish pit, but a space between spaces, where nothing followed the rules. Unlike angels, who descended only to claim the souls of the good, and demons, who seized the wicked, the fey who resided in the antispace existed outside the established order. Slipping between worlds at will, they moved through the cracks of mythology and urban legend, their presence a whisper in the shadows.
By Deion Townes2 years ago in Fiction
