Fantasy

Falling in Love With Someone From Another Timeline
The Voice on the Radio It began on a stormy Thursday night when Ethan was alone in his apartment, struggling to fix an old radio he had purchased from a flea market. The device was nearly fifty years old and barely functional, but Ethan enjoyed restoring vintage electronics in his spare time. As rain battered the windows and thunder echoed across the city, he adjusted one of the radio's rusted dials. Suddenly, a clear voice emerged through the static.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Althazar. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The iron foundry at the edge of the world ran twenty-four hours a day, fueled by the embers of fallen stars. The blacksmiths who worked there were massive men and women with skin like treated leather and eyes that reflected the white-hot glow of the crucibles. Their task was to forge the armor for the kingdom’s celestial guard—suits of plate mail so dense that no arrow, sword, or spell could pierce them.
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Fiction
The Merchant of Shadows
The weavers of the High Steppe did not use wool or silk. They sat on the rocky precipices where the wind whipped through the canyons like a physical weight, and they wove the air itself. Using needles carved from the bones of mountain eagles, they captured the invisible currents, turning gusts into heavy blankets and gentle breezes into delicate, translucent veils that could ward off the fiercest winter frost.
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Canopy
The glass conservatory at the center of the obsidian city was the only place where things grew by accident. In a society that engineered every aspect of life from the exact density of the synthetic clouds to the emotional baselines of its citizens the conservatory was considered a chaotic relic of an undisciplined past. Maeve was the curator, a woman whose hands were permanently stained with soil that had never seen a laboratory filter.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Heart
The heavy scent of damp earth and rotting cedar always hung thickest at the edge of the hollow. For generations, the villagers of Oakhaven had spoken of the shifting woods in hushed tones, warning their children never to venture past the row of ancient, carved stones that marked the boundary of the known world. They believed the trees shifted when no one was looking, rewriting the geography of the forest to trap the unwary.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Vegetables Held a Meeting
There are many things you expect to find in a refrigerator. Leftovers. A bottle of milk that's closer to retirement than freshness.
By Kiya Verma15 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message
The Last Message It was nearly midnight when Ethan received a text message from his own phone number. He frowned and looked at his screen.
By BrightSteps5 months ago in Fiction
Growing up Were, Part Three
I know my father knew my mother “changed” but he did not discuss it. Selective amnesia, lust and perhaps love kept them together.
By Dixie Miner McIlwraith5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Silent Hour
In the heart of New Vienna, a city constructed entirely of brass pipes, roaring steam vents, and cobblestone streets that echoed with the constant clatter of iron-shod boots, lived Master Alistair. His workshop was a sanctuary of sound. Thousands of clocks lined the walls, their pendulums swinging in a chaotic, deafening symphony of ticks and tocks. Every hour, the room erupted into a cacophony of chimes, bells, and mechanical cuckoos. Alistair was famous for this noise; the citizens of New Vienna believed that loudness was synonymous with progress, and a clock that could be heard three blocks away was considered a masterpiece.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger on Bench Number Four
The giant digital departures board at Grand Central Station flashed a bright, unforgiving crimson red: Train 402 Delayed – 90 Minutes. Julian let out a heavy, frustrated sigh that was instantly swallowed by the ambient, chaotic noise of the terminal, his leather briefcase suddenly feeling twice as heavy in his grip. He had a client presentation first thing the next morning, and this delay was going to ruin his preparation schedule. Looking for a place to work, he dropped onto the nearest empty seat on wooden bench number four, aggressively pulling out his laptop to answer corporate emails, determined not to let this sudden pocket of wasted time impact his professional productivity.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Wouldn't Stop Waking Me Up. AI-Generated.
I could hear his voice yelling my name, telling me to wake up. But I didn't want to wake up. I just wanted to sleep. Couldn't he leave me alone? Wasn't he getting tired of waking me up every single day of high school? I mean, I get that he was a morning person. But not all of us are. I know he wanted to wake up early so we could catch the bus to school. That was why he also wakes me up early because I sleep until late. I also didn't and couldn't wake up early. I guess he thinks it was his job or something since my parents let me skip school to get some sleep. Didn't my parents rock?
By Mark Lim 5 months ago in Fiction
The Fairytales of the Brothers Grim
The famous Brothers Grimm – Jacob and Wilhelm – first published their book Children’s and Household Tales in 1812. Almost everyone knows at least some of the Grimm's fairy tales. However, for some of them, it took Disney to make them into the beloved tales that we know and children enjoy. The actual tales were very different and not as pleasant at all. Let’s take a look at some interesting facts about these tales.
By Rasma Raisters5 months ago in Fiction