Fantasy
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Nayah, that night, felt something unusual. A feeling so deep and indescribable. A feeling that every time she thought about it, she felt more and more shivers beneath her existence. It made her feel the pain, loss, and sacrifices made for love. With Eli, she was sensing and experiencing something she had never felt before. This was such a beautiful emotion that she couldn’t afford to lose; no, Nayah had to learn more about him. What was that shiver that, with his hidden sorrow, made her cold heart beat? That heart hadn’t felt a single beat in centuries, and now it stirred from its long, lethargic sleep.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
Howls under the Moonlight
The Moon's Reflection Sarah adjusted her rearview mirror, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and crimson behind her. The traffic had lightened up a lot, a sharp contrast to the usual weekday chaos that she maneuvered through with practiced ease. But tonight? It felt different. There was a weight on her chest, a subtle unease that her luxury sedan's hum just couldn't shake off. Tonight marked the full moon, her monthly routine of visiting her mother’s grave . For the last five years, like clockwork, Sarah had made this trip to the old cemetery on the outskirts of town each month. As she got closer to the cemetery, the feeling of being watched intensified. It prickled at her skin, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She glanced in her mirrors, catching the glint of headlights far behind her. Just other cars, she reassured herself, but the unease lingered. Turning onto the lonely road leading to the cemetery gates, she spotted him. A figure hunched beneath the bare branches of an old oak, cloaked in shadows. He was tall, his form obscured by dark, shapeless clothing and a deep hood that hid his face. Sarah's breath caught in her throat. He was just standing there, immobile, watching her.Sarah stood at the edge of the cemetery which seemed to be abandoned except for the feeling of countless unseen eyes watching her. Her breath visible in the cold night air. The full moon hung low, casting a silver glow over the rows of headstones. She adjusted her coat, her fingers trembling slightly. She knelt by the grave, her hand brushing the cold stone. “I miss you,” she whispered. Her voice cracked.A low, mournful howl sliced through the silence. Then another, wilder this time. Sarah shivered, not from the cold, but from a strange anticipation, a dark thrill bubbling up inside her. Suddenly, with a metallic clang that echoed through the quiet graveyard, the iron gate of the cemetery was flung wide. The figure in the shadows emerged from behind a mausoleum. He was now closer, his face still hidden by the hood. Sarah wanted to run, to flee, but her legs felt heavy, rooted to the ground. He shuffled closer, his steps tentative. Now she could see the details of his outfit—threadbare patches on his dark coat, grime on his gloved hands. He didn’t seem menacing. He just looked... dishveeled. Alone. Another howl rang out across the night, this one different. It wasn’t mournful; it was hungry. Suddenly, Sarah felt a jolt, a violent tremor starting deep within her bones. Her vision blurred, muscles tightening, stretching, contorting. The premium Italian leather of her shoes strained and tore as her feet elongated, sharp claws pushing into the ground. Her manicured nails thickened into lethal talons. A guttural growl escaped her throat, a sound so foreign to her usual composed self that it startled even her transforming mind. The fear that had gripped her moments before vanished, replaced by a primal instinct and an urgent need. The homeless man, startled by the noise, turned towards her, his eyes widening in confusion. Just a man, old and frail, merely seeking some pennies to get some grub to quell the gnawing emptiness in his stomach. Without thinking, Sarah lunged. The scream that ripped from his throat was abruptly silenced. The moonlight, once softly illuminating, now reflected the crimson stain spreading across the gravel. The fierce howls now seemed to celebrate, echoing her savage victory. The next morning, Sarah strolled into the gleaming lobby of her company, her designer heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Her tailored suit fit just right, her makeup flawless. She offered the receptionist a warm smile, her usual cheerful demeanor radiating professionalism. Her colleagues greeted her with nods and smiles, blissfully unaware of the darkness lingering inside her. She discussed quarterly projections, strategized marketing campaigns, and navigated board meetings with ease. The only reminder of the previous night’s events was a faint scratch on her left hand, easily brushed off as a minor incident. Seated at her large mahogany desk, with the moon’s reflection, so beautiful and serene, streaming through the panoramic window, Sarah glanced at the calendar. Another successful month had passed. Another full moon had come and gone. And the cycle, she knew, would inevitably start again.
By Ashraf Almamlouk2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Harvest. AI-Generated.
In the year 2442, atop a jagged cliff perpetually battered by ominous storms, stood the Castle of Chronos. This was no ordinary castle. Its spires pierced the clouds, and its very stones seemed to hum with the power of time itself. Legends whispered that its inhabitants controlled the flow of history — reshaping events to suit their twisted desires. To many, they were gods; to others, monsters. The truth? Far darker and, perhaps, far more absurd.
By Jesse L Shelley2 years ago in Fiction
SILENT WHISPERS CHRONICLES
"Discovery and the awakening of long-buried secrets". EPISODE 1: Whisper in the Night A flicker of light pierced through the dense veil of midnight fog as Amara clutched her shawl tighter against the biting chill. The wind carried a faint murmur—like a sigh, too human to be the wind, too fleeting to be real. Her steps faltered on the cobblestone street, her breath caught in the hollow of her chest. In the quiet town of Eldwyn, where secrets rested like shadows in forgotten corners, something was stirring.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Fiction
Is Time Travel ACTUALLY Possible?. AI-Generated.
The Fascination and Potential of Time Travel Have you ever imagined traveling through time? Many of us have entertained the idea, whether to revisit the past and observe how life unfolded—or perhaps even alter events—or to venture into the future to glimpse what awaits. Time travel has been a cornerstone of science fiction, inspiring countless books and films that explore its potential benefits and inherent risks. But is time travel genuinely possible? And if it is, what would be required to achieve it?
By Menchie Salisbury2 years ago in Fiction
Why We Use Gmail Accounts. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Why We Use Gmail Accounts: A Comprehensive Insight In the digital age, email has become an essential tool for communication, collaboration, and productivity. Among the many email service providers available, Gmail stands out as one of the most popular and widely used platforms. Launched by Google in 2004, Gmail has revolutionized the way we interact with email. But why do millions of people and businesses worldwide choose Gmail? This article delves into the key reasons behind its popularity and continued relevance.
By Maxamed Sharif2 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Encounter. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The night air was alive with the soft glow of twinkling string lights and the gentle hum of conversation, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Alexandra. She had always been one for the finer things in life, but as she navigated the crowded room, a sense of restlessness settled in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t the champagne or the canapés that had her on edge, it was the unspoken understanding that had been simmering just below the surface. The high-society gala, a night meant to see and be seen, had taken on a different tone altogether.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun2 years ago in Fiction
Tera Galactus Chapter 3
Mu and Hoftis could still smell the battle on their clothes as they wandered the streets of New Dantham. It was unlikely for word to have traveled to this town faster than they had, yet each civilians’ eyes felt like they measuring the weight of the duo's sins. They were deserters now. Mu looked up at Hoftis to see how he was holding up. The Thraxian medic was in bad shape. Medics are expected to see their fair share of death but what happened back there wasn’t something he wished upon his worst enemies. Hoftis was slender for a Thraxian. His scales were not as rigid as most of the others Mu had seen and his under skin seemed to have a more rubbery-gel texture to it. His legs were by far his most impressive feature, densely packed with muscle and long enough to produce a mean stride. Throughout Mu’s examination of his new partner, he had noticed his body twitching an inordinate amount. As his eyes made their way back up to the Thraxian’s face, he noticed that Hoftis was struggling to keep his wits.
By A.C Hofstetter2 years ago in Fiction
Tera Galactus Chapter 2
The dreams forced their way into Merrick’s mind as she drifted between states of consciousness. Visions of blistering light and inescapable inky nothingness fought for control of her senses as she navigated the torrent of information. She felt herself on a battlefield with rivers of stars leaking from corpses on the floor. She saw strange people desperately fighting against a figure of physical shadow. The figure turned to stare at her, and she fell backward into a new dream.
By A.C Hofstetter2 years ago in Fiction
Examination Paper
It was the first day of the exam. Niya got up early and got ready for school after freshening up. She bowed her head at the shrine of Goddess Durga in her house. She started praying to Devi Maa- "Mata, may my exam go well. You know everything. There is so much tension in the house. Ever since grandmother passed away, there is a lot of fight between father and uncle and mother and Choti Maa also have differences with each other. In this tense environment, I have prepared with so much difficulty. If I get less marks in the board exams or I fail, then my parents will not let me study further. They just say that she has to get married. What is the point of spending money on more studies. Then they have to spend on the marriage too. Mata Rani, please save my honor." Just then, Niya's mother's voice came- "Nia, hurry up, the auto driver has come." Niya got up and quickly put the books and stationary in the bag and sat in the auto. Due to studying till late night, her head was already heavy and eyes were waving down. She had not even had breakfast. Niya fell asleep due to fatigue. The auto driver was taking other children as well and was stopping the auto again and again. Suddenly an old woman came. She was wearing a white colored sari and her complexion was dark. That old woman held Niya's hand and started taking her along. Niya did not know why she could not resist. There was something in the touch of that hand and she went with that old woman. That old woman took Niya to a house nearby. The door of that house was already open. There was a room attached to the door in which an iron box was kept. Which was covered with dust. The old woman pointed towards the box and said- "Niya open it." Niya - "Yes, I will open it." The box did not have a lock but due to not being opened for a long time, it was covered with dust and the lid was also heavy. Nia tried a little harder to open the lid and it opened. A paper was kept in it. Old woman-"Pick it up" (pointing towards the paper) Niya picked up the paper and looked at it. Some questions and answers were written on the paper. Niya read them. It was an English paper in which questions from her school syllabus were written along with answers. Old woman-"Have you read it." Niya-"Yes! I have read it." Niya looked at the old woman in confusion. Old woman-"Then let's go now." On hearing this, Niya turned towards the door. A loud sound came in from outside of the door along with a strong wind that Niya felt as if her eardrums would burst from the echo. She closed her ears with her hands. But the speed of that wind was so intense that she started falling backwards. Just then Niya tried to hold the old woman's hand to save herself from falling. But what is this, there was no one there. Just then Niya felt a jolt and her eyes opened. The auto had reached the school and the driver had applied the brakes. Niya-"Ohhh...that was a dream." (Thinking) "Let's not get late." She started moving towards the exam hall as fast as she could. The scheduled time for the exam approached and in a short while the paper started. The invigilator handed the question paper came in Niya's hand. She was stunned after reading it. These were the same questions which she had read along with the answers in the paper kept in that box. Niya understood that it was her Devi Mata who had come in the guise of that old woman. Thus, Niya's prayers were answered.
By Laxmi Dixit2 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Book
The Cursed Book: A Curse That Affects Those Who Read It In the world of literature and mysterious stories, there are always those works that carry within them terrifying secrets and incomprehensible curses, as if they are a gateway to another world full of horror and fear. "The Cursed Book: A Curse That Affects Those Who Read It" is a title that arouses curiosity and makes the reader wonder: What is the story of this book? Where did it come from? And what is the nature of the curse it carries? In this article, we will discuss the idea of the cursed book, and explore the different dimensions of this exciting story.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓2 years ago in Fiction
