Fantasy

I am Bexley: The Bloodletter’s Scourge part 17
My mother has had ALS all her life, but my father had always taken care of her, until he passed away. He would lift her up and dance with her on her birthdays. He was the rock of our family. He enforced his roots and his ideas on how a man should act right from the start.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The key to hell
In a small village surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, there was an ancient legend about the "Key to Hell." It was said that this key could unlock a gateway to a realm of darkness, where demons and evil spirits dwelled. No one knew exactly where the key was hidden, but the villagers feared it and avoided even speaking of it, afraid that it might bring a curse upon them.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓2 years ago in Fiction
A Secret Meeting
The air was warm within the glade, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon. The only sounds that permeated the air were those of the crickets chirruping and the air smelled of heavenly pine. Alcides sat upon a fallen log, his handsome chin resting upon a large hand and his amber eyes half-lidded, as he gazed off into the distance appearing to be lost in thought. Despite his outward appearance, his ears strained against the muted sounds of the night, fully alert and waiting.
By Kit Val2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and The Treasure Hunter
The cave was in sight, a gaping hole at the top of the mountain. It had taken Adaline ages to climb. No longer under the trees' safety, the sweltering sun cascaded over her and caused beads of sweat to form upon her brow. A soft smile graced her lips, and Adaline used one limber hand to wipe away the droplets that threatened to fall into her ice-colored eyes.
By Kit Val2 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger's Game
Rain hammered against the cracked windows of the old tavern, its wooden frame groaning under the weight of the storm. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and whispered conversations. In the corner, by the hearth's dying embers, sat a man cloaked in shadows. His face was obscured, but his presence demanded attention. A deck of worn cards lay on the table before him, edges frayed by time.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
My dragon boyfriend
Early in the morning, birds are chirping all around and nature is blossoming with the arrival of spring. Trees are full of flowers and the cuckoo is singing in its sweet voice. April is sleeping in her bed when her aunt Mary arrives.
By Author Pawan Singh sikarwar2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Door
In the heart of a desolate mountain range stood an ancient fortress, long abandoned and eroded by centuries of wind and snow. Legend spoke of a hidden chamber within, sealed by the last door—a portal none dared open. For generations, adventurers had searched for it, driven by whispers of untold power and eternal knowledge. None had returned.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Portal
The Forgotten Portal Subtitle: One step into the unknown, a lifetime of change. Mia's life was a monotonous cycle of deadlines and disappointment. Her days were spent in front of a flickering screen, designing logos and brochures for unappreciative clients, and her nights were spent scrolling through social media, envying influencers who seemed to live in a different universe. That night, the rain hammered against the windows of her tiny apartment. The city below buzzed with its usual chaos, but Mia felt utterly disconnected. She was preparing another late-night cup of coffee when a loud knock shattered the stillness. Three sharp raps echoed through the apartment. Mia froze. Who would visit her at this hour? Heart racing, she crept to the door and peered through the peephole. No one. Curious and slightly unnerved, she opened the door. The hallway was empty except for a small box sitting on the floor. The cardboard was soggy from the rain, and faint golden light seeped through the seams. Mia brought it inside and placed it on the table. Inside was an ornate key unlike anything she had ever seen. It was heavy, cold to the touch, and emitted a faint blue glow. Intricate symbols covered its surface, and as Mia held it, a strange hum filled the room. Her rational mind told her to put it down, maybe even call the police. But a strange pull—part curiosity, part compulsion—kept her holding the key. The next day, Mia couldn't stop thinking about the key. She worked through her design tasks half-heartedly, her mind preoccupied. That evening, as she descended to the basement to check on a storage box, she felt the key in her pocket grow warm. The basement was dimly lit, with only a single bulb flickering overhead. She pushed past stacks of old furniture and forgotten boxes until she reached the farthest wall. There, hidden behind a tattered curtain, was a door she had never noticed before. The door was made of dark wood, covered in the same intricate symbols as the key. It didn’t belong in her modern apartment building—it looked ancient, almost sacred. Mia’s hand trembled as she brought the key to the lock. The moment it clicked, the air shifted. A low hum filled the space, and the door swung open. On the other side was not another room, but a swirling vortex of light and color. It pulsed with energy, and faint whispers in a strange language seemed to emanate from within. Mia hesitated, fear battling with curiosity. Then, she stepped through. The world she entered was like a dream. The sky shimmered with colors she couldn’t name, and the ground beneath her feet glowed faintly. Towering trees with crystal leaves stretched toward the heavens, their branches humming with a melody. Strange creatures darted through the air, their translucent wings leaving trails of light. Mia barely had time to take it all in when a figure emerged from the trees. It was tall and cloaked in flowing robes of silver, its face obscured by a glowing mask. “Welcome, Seeker,” the figure said, its voice both melodic and commanding. “You have crossed into the Luminara—the world between worlds. Few are chosen, and fewer survive.” “Chosen for what?” Mia asked, her voice shaky. “To restore the balance,” the figure replied. “The Luminara is dying. Its essence, the Crystal of Eternity, was stolen centuries ago and hidden in the Caverns of Echoes. Without it, this world—and all connected to it—will wither away.” Mia stared at the figure, unsure whether to laugh or cry. “Why me? I’m no hero.” “The Crystal chooses who is worthy,” the figure said simply. “And it chose you.” Mia’s journey began the next morning. Armed with nothing but her wits and a map etched into her memory by the figure, she set off toward the distant mountains where the Caverns of Echoes lay. The first challenge came quickly. The Whispering Forest was beautiful but deceptive. The trees seemed alive, their leaves shifting to form faces that whispered doubts and fears. “You’ll fail, just like you always do,” one hissed. “Why try when you know you’re not good enough?” another taunted. Mia’s pace slowed, her heart heavy with the weight of their words. But she clenched her fists and pressed on, forcing herself to focus on the faint path ahead. Days turned into weeks as Mia trekked through the Luminara. She faced illusions that tested her resolve, creatures that challenged her courage, and puzzles that demanded every ounce of her intellect. One night, as she rested by a shimmering lake, she gazed at her reflection. Her face was bruised, her clothes tattered, but her eyes held a fire she hadn’t seen in years. For the first time, she felt capable—not because she was fearless, but because she faced her fears.
By amgad2 years ago in Fiction
The Rose That Waits
Rose! On seeing Asher; Rose rushed into his arms. Rose couldn't help but cry as she melted into Asher's arms. She hadn't even looked at his face completely.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten
In the heart of the ancient city of Eryndor, a place long forgotten by time, a young historian named Alaric stumbled upon an enigmatic artifact during his research. The city, shrouded in myths and legends, was believed to be a nexus of powerful energies that had been sealed away centuries ago.
By jawad bouhajeb2 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Young Man Who Stopped Time (2006)
The story of "The Young Man Who Stopped Time" is a mysterious case that intrigued people in 2006, though it's not widely known. The story revolves around a young man named Timothy Wilson, who reportedly experienced a strange event during a visit to the Netherlands. Here are the details of the story: The Story: Location: In 2006, Timothy Wilson, a man in his twenties, was living in the Netherlands. He was in a normal state of mind, going about his daily life like any other young person. The Strange Event: One day, while wandering the streets of Amsterdam, he felt a bizarre sensation where time seemed to "stop" suddenly. Description: Timothy described feeling as if everything around him froze, including people and cars. He couldn’t understand what was happening, as he was still able to move and do his normal actions. During those moments, he felt as though time had completely halted, but everything around him—sounds and movement—was in a state of stasis. After the Incident: Return to Normal: After what seemed like about two minutes, time returned to normal. However, Timothy later mentioned that the experience felt as if it had lasted hours of his life. He felt a sense of confusion and shock after the event. Investigations: Doctors and scientists could not find any convincing explanation for the phenomenon. Various medical and psychological tests were conducted, but the results were inconclusive. Theories: Scientific Explanation: Some doctors tried to explain the event as a form of time perception disorder caused by psychological factors like stress, or unknown environmental influences like changes in air pressure or a brain malfunction. Philosophical Explanation: Others considered the event to be similar to what’s called "frozen time" in psychology, where a person perceives that time has stopped due to a temporary malfunction in their sense of time. Spiritual Explanation: Some believed that what Timothy experienced could be related to a spiritual experience or a transitional state between human consciousness and a higher level of understanding, though there is no scientific proof for this theory. The Ongoing Mystery: To this day, there is no definitive answer to the incident, making it one of the most intriguing and puzzling stories. Timothy Wilson remains the only person who lived through this experience, and he feels considerable confusion whenever he talks about it. --- Though this story may not be globally famous, it raises questions about our perception of time and space, making it suitable for many philosophical or scientific investigations.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓2 years ago in Fiction
Guardian
She stood at the shattered window looking out on the wilderness. There were no tracks so whatever had attacked the sanctuary was a ghost or came on dark wings.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction