Fantasy
The Elixir of Erasure
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I was delighted. I was sure the elixir would fail, that some courageous, charming hero would intervene to rescue her at the last moment and skewer me with a shining blade. Decades of assiduous study and practice would have been for naught. All of my planning and scheming and careful manipulation of each source of ingredients, from the snotty stable boy to the gruff, clumsily shaved keeper of the inn, to the lugubrious ambassador from Obstinatia and the senile, jabbering High Priest of Huronia: my whole web of contacts and conspirators could have dissolved like a cube of sugar in a cascade of emerald absinthe.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten City of Eldora:
Introduction: The Mysterious City Hidden for Centuries In a remote part of the world, beyond towering mountains and thick forests, lies the forgotten city of Eldora. Long buried under the sands of time, Eldora was a place of wonder, brimming with ancient magic and forgotten knowledge. Legends say it vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers of its existence. For centuries, scholars searched for clues to its whereabouts, but none were successful—until a brave young explorer named Aria stumbled upon an ancient map that would change everything.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
The Thief of magical stories. Top Story - October 2024.
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' Queen Justia of the very successful "Ye Olde Quaint Story Emporium", a city of magical story writers, was nowhere to be found. Someone must have snatched her sometime between "Storytide and Midnighthush", when the authors finally relinquished their pens, closed their eyes and slumbered, while dreaming of sugar plum stories and storks bearing babies made entirely of thousand dollar bills.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard It was a perfectly normal Tuesday when everything went wrong. Rufus Thistlewhistle, a boy of seventeen with no exceptional talents (unless you counted an impressive ability to nap through anything), had been running late for his job at "The Squeaky Stool," the most disreputable inn in the entire village of Blunderbark. It wasn’t that he particularly *enjoyed* cleaning up spilled ale and broken stools; it was just that if he didn’t, his mother would find out he’d been sacked from his sixth job this year, and the woman had a broom that doubled as a weapon.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Mountain. AI-Generated.
At the edge of the world, where the sky shimmered with ethereal colors and the horizon blurred between realms, stood the Glass Mountain. It towered above the clouds, its surface smooth and gleaming, reflecting the light of the twin suns that danced in the heavens.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
The Reversal
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. Its dark, viscous flow defied nature, retreating upstream with a violence that echoed the tumult brewing in the hearts of the kingdom’s denizens. What had once been a lifeline to the realm had morphed into a sinister current, swirling in hues of deep crimson, as if imbued with the very essence of despair.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction
The River's Secret
The river ran backward on the day the queen vanished It started as a little swirl, subtle and unnoticed by most. The fishermen, however, felt it first. Their nets, once heavy and filled with catch, suddenly lost their weight. Fish swam against its flow, thrown off course by the abrupt change in the current. Grass along the riverbank converged awkwardly, pulled against its natural form, and moored bobbed in an odd, purposeful movement.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Waters of Change
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It turned not only the course of its own waters but spun the fate of the entire realm into a whirlpool of uncertainty. Whispers rose among the leafy boughs of the ancient forests of Eloria; even the woodpeckers paused, dubious, as the river defied nature's course.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 17
Keenwai's arms and shoulders ached from days of rowing. The captured meerbirds onboard the sea-wolf ship had adapted to their new life of slavery as good as they knew how. Twice a day, they were permitted to walk around the ship deck. One of the sea-wolf's would lead the chained line of meerbirds out for a walk around the perimeter of the ship. The meerbirds were back rowing with a steady rhythm. "I wonder how Grinyella and Podder are doing with rest of the mob?"
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Phya's Vision
Chapter 1 The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. The pixies were running and playing when the trolls yelled at them. “Come look,” they shouted. The pixies and trolls didn’t play together often as the trolls were much larger and played too rough.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Fiction
