Fantasy

Phoenix (العنقاء)
In a land lost to time, in the glow of a dying sunset, a mystical creature known as the Phoenix took to the skies, its vibrant wings blazing against the fading light. The Phoenix, with feathers of fire and eyes as old as the stars, was not just any bird. It was a symbol of hope, a creature of ancient wisdom that lived in cycles, rising anew from the ashes of its own flame.
By Eng. Mohammed Majid2 years ago in Fiction
Harriot the Golden. Content Warning.
“Please do not do this, brother.” Leather straps were being tied around Harriot Romma’s wrists. His squire, Ronin Baybell, secured Harriot’s stitched gloves so that they would not slip during battle. Harriot stood in the sunlit center of a small adobe recess, a room reserved for warriors before a battle in The Rose Garden. The skylight above him was a small circle centered in the middle of the room, tall enough to prevent escape but large enough to allow the cacophony of the distant crowd of the arena echo in.
By Joe Prata2 years ago in Fiction
YELLOW AND PURPLE PROSE
Imagine the scene: a small cottage, perched high on the cliff’s edge, weather-beaten and stoic against the backdrop of a stormy sea. The air smells of salt, with a crispness that clings to every breath. In this cottage, an older woman named Ella lives alone. Her life is shaped by routine, as constant as the waves below her windows.
By DOMINION (GREED)2 years ago in Fiction
The Cryptic Archives of Professor Everard
Professor Thaddeus Everard, a renowned scholar of ancient civilizations, had spent his entire career deciphering the secrets of the past. His work had taken him to the farthest corners of the globe, from the scorching deserts of Egypt to the mist-shrouded jungles of South America. But it was his latest discovery that would prove to be the most enigmatic of all.
By Vedant Rajput2 years ago in Fiction
UFO
UFOs: Exploring the Mystery of Unidentified Objects The world has always been fascinated by unidentified flying objects (UFOs). These mysterious objects in the sky have sparked countless sightings, investigations, and theories. They have captured the imagination of people everywhere, from ancient times to today.
By Rafik2 years ago in Fiction
The King Love Her Too
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Some how the now red water went upstream . “Where is our Queen?” “She’s no where to be seen.”
By L.I.E2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Queen and the River That Flowed Backward
The river flowed backward on the day Queen Atani vanished, marking the beginning of a three-stage royal death ritual in the Queendom of Lubel. As the waters defied gravity, the people of Lubel sensed that their queen had passed, though her body had simply faded before her three sons, the Queensguard, and her closest attendants. Queen Atani’s disappearance was expected only by a few, including her aging chambermaid, who had witnessed this phenomenon before.
By Sohan Chandan2 years ago in Fiction
The Lantern by the Shore
The wind howled through the cliffs, carrying the scent of salt and forgotten promises. Lydia stood at the edge of the rocks, her fingers tightly wrapped around an old lantern, its flickering light casting ghostly shadows on the waves below. She had been coming here every night for the past year, always at the same time, always waiting for something she couldn’t quite explain.
By shahana2 years ago in Fiction
Palanquin. Content Warning.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. But not just that. It turned blood red. The crimson river emboldened dozens of youngsters, most of them men and women just eighteen and nineteen-years-old, to avenge the disappearance of their fair woman of the Riverson throne. They were the Thoroughbreds. The irony was that they possessed no horses in their camp. The name had referred to their completeness and sound abilities to take on any foe and aid whatever friend. To lead all of this brigade, to fight for her return, Azure began with a strategy. He was twenty-six and his skin looked like cinnamon. His hair had been stylized into a Caesar cut. Though youthful, he led the band of young men in their journey to rediscover the lady that blessed their lives.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
An Important Newsflash!!
We interrupt "Little Red Leaf" to bring you an exclusive update: Today, Rachel Deeming, author ordinaire, (the extra having melted away many months ago) celebrated with a large yawn. The cause of such heightened and reckless behaviour? Her writing a microfiction every day for the last 300 days: a Spartan amongst writers.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden River of Time
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I jerked awake and heard myself say out loud: ‘But am I dead?’ even as I shuffled my feet beneath the quilt to keep it from the spreading waters rippling from the spot I last saw her on the dawn-touched River. Thought I saw her. Would have taken an oath that she had been there before me on the banks of the Golden River of Time, pleading for rescue.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen's Last Stand
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Its waters, usually flowing peacefully toward the sea, twisted and turned, surging back to their source as if in defiance of nature itself. In the village of Eldenbrook, the villagers gathered along the banks, eyes wide with fear and confusion, sensing that something far beyond the ordinary had taken place.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction