Fantasy

with a tick of the pen
The walls of the science building were white, and the floor tiles were marginally lighter than soil. Some other time, being in this building, I would be shouting on the
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
Vriyana - The yarn of eternal beauty that in its light found its strength
To all the dreamers, this one's for you. To the ones who cry under the tap, to the ones who wish upon the stars, keep hoping. You never know when the universe will listen to your whispers.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
The Sterling Gambit
The smoke from countless Gauloises hung heavy in the air of the Blue Moon jazz club, a dimly lit haven in Greenwich Village. It was late 1958, and the city pulsed with a nervous energy, a mix of post-war optimism and Cold War paranoia.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Solitude
Note: This is set in the universe of The Prophecies of Ragnarok, a fantasy book series I co-wrote, but this is not canon and is instead an alternate take on the events of the books, inspired by Chaminade's Solitude.
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Through Two [Contrasts or Perspectives]. AI-Generated.
A Journey Through Two Lives. The twin cities of Solara and Umbra were a marvel of human ingenuity, yet a paradox of existence. Solara, perpetually bathed in sunlight, thrived with bustling markets, golden towers, and streets teeming with life. Umbra, forever cloaked in shadow, was quieter, colder, its people navigating a world of dim lanterns and long shadows. A vast chasm divided the two cities, bridged only by the Skyway, a shimmering, glass bridge that few dared to cross.
By Azeez Olutope Uthman2 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Call It a Gym: The Rise of Sporting Clubs
Some fitness centers are swapping the industrial, minimalist feel for the nostalgic appeal of midcentury country club chic.
By Pedro Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Why Fiction Matters: A Philosophy of Literature Guide That Will Change How You Read . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Why Fiction Matters: A Philosophy of Literature Guide That Will Change How You Read ? Some stories stick with us forever, don't they? The sort of thing I love to study is why certain tales become part of who we are. Over the last several years, my journey as a reader and researcher has shown that stories affect our way beyond simple entertainment.
By Mariyam Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigmatic Map
The obsidian shard, cool and slick against Elara’s skin, pulsed faintly with a light that seemed to burrow into her very being. Ronan, his face etched with a mixture of apprehension and grim determination, watched her closely. The shard, unearthed from the depths of the crumbling shrine, wasn’t just a piece of ancient obsidian; it was a key, a fragment of a far larger puzzle. As Elara tilted it, catching the weak sunlight filtering through the dilapidated roof, a faint image shimmered across its surface – a map.
By Juny2 years ago in Fiction
"Survival on the Lost Island"
Lost in the Blue: A Tale of Accord and Survival Under the amore of the backward summer sun, sixteen-year-old Jian and his best acquaintance Kai stood at the baby anchorage in their littoral village. The aroma of alkali abounding the air, assortment with the aside cries of seagulls overhead. The two boys had consistently dreamed of an chance above the horizon. Activity in their asleep fishing apple on the southern bank of China was simple but predictable, and the sea beckoned them with promises of abandon and mystery. Borrowing Jian's uncle’s bashful fishing boat, they planned a weekend cruise to analyze a cord of small, arid islands a few afar offshore. Armed with supplies, a map, and the naïve aplomb of youth, they set captain aboriginal one morning, hearts antagonism with excitement. For hours, the sea was affectionate to them, its amnion calm and cogitating like a area of glass.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
Some Things Will Kill You Faster. Content Warning.
I sit here puffing on my cigarette, thinking about where I went wrong. It’s not hard to pinpoint when I steered my life course in the wrong direction, either. I mean, shit, everything seemed to happen all at once.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
There's dark magic in these walls . Content Warning.
It was raining hard that night. The fortress of a prison might have been well hidden in the mountains but not even the rocky armour could protect the prison from this rainfall.
By Sam 2 years ago in Fiction
The Rose That Waits (Part 3)
Rose set off on the journey to find a cure for Asher. Now that she knew Asher loved her, there was no doubt. She felt stronger, more determined, and braver. There was no way she was going to let him leave her.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction