Fantasy

Berganashio - Chapter 21
Grinyella the meerbird fluffed her wings and sighed. Looking at Haniel the olive tree, she answered his question. "Anointing day was good until we were raided by the merciless sea-wolfs."
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Songbird
In a distant future, the Earth has grown eerily quiet. A mysterious event called "The Hush" has stolen sound from the world—no whispers, no laughter, no music. Cities are now silent ruins, and humanity lives in isolation, communicating through gestures and written words.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
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By GAURAV MEWAL2 years ago in Fiction
The Merchant of Dreams
Clara slipped on the snow-covered road and reached Uncle Calmon's only shop on a small, narrow street. This was the only shop in the town where anyone could buy a dream. But in exchange for that dream, he had to pay a price to Uncle Calmon. But whoever came to Uncle Calmon's shop once would disappear after that. So there was a rumor in the whole town that all those people had gone to their dream world. It is useless to search for them, they will never be found again. As soon as she reached there, Clara hid her half-eaten apple in her coat pocket. She said to Uncle Calmon smilingly, "I want to buy a beautiful dream." "You are welcome dear," said Uncle Calmon with a smile. "But I am sorry, all the dreams are sold out today, so I have only one left. You have no choice. You have to buy that one dream, or you can come again tomorrow." "No, give me the one dream you have," replied Clara eagerly. Uncle Calmon opened his dusty cupboard and took out a golden and shiny jar. In which a dream was floating. He carefully handed the jar into Clara's hands. "What price will I have to pay for this Dream?" said Clara.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Mariska’s Journey . AI-Generated.
Mariska and Lyra navigated Britztham's snow-shrouded streets, urgency growing with each step. They had to escape before Count Alfred's men realized Mariska was gone.
By Jeremy Edmund 2 years ago in Fiction
A Bloody Christmas
Once upon a cold Night. It was the night before Christmas, and all was still in the frosty neighborhood. Snow blanketed the ground, muffling every sound, and Tommy’s house glowed softly with multicolored lights. Inside, eleven-year-old Tommy sat perched on his bed, wrapped in his favorite blanket, peering out the window into the wintery darkness.
By Lynn Myers2 years ago in Fiction
Lights
To walk out and stop for a while, seeing beautiful lights decoring trees and letting you drift like a dreamer into their magical world.To watch them rising and falling like shooting stars along their destined path, sometimes silver like a star or the moon or sometimes all the colours of a celestial rainbow.On an evening walk you can fall like a dreamer into the magical places they welcome you to.Your soul is soothed, sour spirits lifted and your heart given wings.Twinkling in the darkness, bringing brightness into our lives, letting your eyes weave beautiful shapes to bring magic into your life.Walk out and let the lights guide you toward greater happiness.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods
The Whispering Woods: A Forest of mystery In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Ile-Ife, Queen Moremi was known for her stunning beauty, sharp wit, and bravery. But little did anyone know that Moremi held a secret: she was determined to unravel the mystery behind the strange disappearances plaguing their kingdom. For weeks, people had been vanishing into thin air, leaving behind only whispers of a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. The people of Ile-Ife were terrified, and Moremi's husband, King Oranmiyan, was at a loss for what to do. One fateful night, Moremi decided to sneak out of the palace and venture into the forbidden Forest of Esinmirin. She was accompanied by her trusty sidekick, Ikoko, a wise-cracking, fast-talking parrot. "Psst, Your Highness! You sure you want to do this?" Ikoko whispered, flapping his wings nervously. "I mean, the forest is creepy, and those spirits are no joke." Moremi smiled bravely. "Don't worry, Ikoko. I've got this. Besides, someone has to save our kingdom." As they delved deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to whisper secrets in Moremi's ear, and the creatures of the forest watched her every move. Moremi felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, determined to uncover the truth. Suddenly, they stumbled upon a clearing, and in the center stood the enigmatic Esinmirin, king of the forest spirits. With a mischievous grin, he revealed to Moremi that he was behind the disappearances – but not for the reasons she expected. Esinmirin proposed a challenge to Moremi: if she could answer his three riddles, he would not only reveal the secrets of the forest but also grant her the power to save her kingdom. But if she failed, she would become the latest addition to his collection of disappeared souls. Moremi, being the clever queen she was, accepted the challenge. With her quick thinking and wit, she solved the first two riddles with ease. Riddle 1: "What can be broken, but never held?" Moremi's answer: "A promise." Riddle 2: "What has keys but can't open locks?" Moremi's answer: "A keyboard." But the third riddle proved to be the most puzzling of all: Riddle 3: "What is always coming but never arrives?" Moremi thought long and hard, her mind racing with possibilities. Ikoko, sensing her distress, chimed in with a joke: "Hey, Your Highness! Maybe the answer is 'your husband's paycheck'!" Moremi chuckled, despite herself. "Ikoko, that's not helping." Just as Esinmirin was about to declare Moremi's failure, she had an epiphany. "The answer is 'tomorrow'!" Moremi exclaimed. "Tomorrow is always coming, but it never actually arrives, because when it does, it becomes today." Esinmirin's grin widened in approval. "Very good, Queen Moremi. You have passed the test." With that, Esinmirin revealed the secrets of the forest, including the location of a magical spring that would grant Moremi the power to heal her kingdom. Moremi returned to Ile-Ife, armed with the knowledge and power to save her people. From that day on, she was hailed as a hero, her bravery and wit inspiring generations to come. Ikoko, perched on Moremi's shoulder, quipped, "Hey, Your Highness? I think it's time we got a raise. After all, we're the real MVPs around here." Moremi laughed, scratching Ikoko behind the ears. "Don't worry, my fine feathered friend. You'll get your reward – in the form of all the juicy fruits and berries you can eat." And so, Moremi and Ikoko lived happily ever after, their bond and bravery inspiring a kingdom.
By Samuel Fola-Oluwale 2 years ago in Fiction
Sea Drift
I knew, but I refused to see it. The silver loving-cup turned black overnight, when careful hands had polished it daily as instructed.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Neighbor
Ava had always found comfort in routines. Every morning, she sipped her coffee by the window, watching the world wake up in her quiet suburban neighborhood. Across the street lived Mr. Leland, an elderly man who, like clockwork, watered his plants at 7:00 a.m. sharp.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest That Whispers
Every year, the villagers of Greystone left offerings at the edge of the Whispering Woods. It was an unspoken rule passed down through generations—never enter the forest, no matter how tempting the whispers might be. They said the forest spoke to you in the voice of your deepest longing, offering promises too sweet to resist.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Apprentice
In the small, foggy town of Ravenshade, every clock in existence seemed to tick a little slower, as if time itself hesitated to pass. At the heart of the town stood a peculiar little shop, Merrick’s Timepieces, where the enigmatic clockmaker, Mr. Merrick, worked tirelessly. Known for his ability to repair any clock, no matter how broken, he guarded his secrets fiercely—until the day he hired an apprentice.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction