Fantasy
The River's Reversal. AI-Generated.
For centuries, the waters of Galdwin River flowed serenely through the heart of Eldoria, winding through lush valleys and shadowed forests-a symbol of life and prosperity. But on that fateful morning, its waters rebelled against nature itself, retreating toward the mountains from whence they came. The sight sent ripples of fear through the land as villagers gathered on the banks, whispering prayers to long-forgotten gods.
By TechyByGaurav 2 years ago in Fiction
HE DID IT
The small town of Eldridge had always been shrouded in mystery, but nothing compared to the chilling events that unfolded on the night of the Harvest Moon. The townsfolk whispered of the old Whitaker house, a decaying structure at the edge of town, long abandoned and rumored to be haunted. Most avoided it, but for a group of adventurous teens, it became the ultimate dare.
By Chinaza Adline 2 years ago in Fiction
Squid Ink Fortune
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. “Weird fortune,” I told myself and took a bite of the sugar crisp treat. I wouldn’t usually eat something dropped at my feet by some hungry street hound, a story for another day, but this particular cookie was solid black.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
The Light-Storm legacy. AI-Generated.
The world had changed since the Lightstorm. No one knew how it started—one moment, it was just a regular storm in the skies above, and the next, the heavens split open, showering the earth with beams of strange light. Cities crumbled, technology failed, and a new, eerie silence settled over everything.
By Dylan Stephens2 years ago in Fiction
The GoldFinch. Top Story - October 2024.
A/N: The following story was created for the second round of NYC Midnight’s 500-Word Short Fiction Challenge. The prompts were A Fairy Tale/Fantasy, Forgiving, and A Pet Bird. The top 4 from each group moved on to the finals. I received 5th place and an honorable mention, just missing the cut-off.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Fiction
A Heart Among Wolves
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The day the emerald canopy of the forest seemed to shudder, its leaves rustling in whispers of dread. The day when the once melodious songs of the birds turned into eerie cries of uncertainty echoing through the ancient trees. I remember it as clearly as I remember my own name. A chill I couldn’t shake seized the marrow of my bones as if the fibers of reality were being slowly unraveled by some unseen force. The water, once a serene mirror that reflected the azure sky above, now roared with a fury that disturbed the tranquility of our forest sanctuary. The Willowind River, our lifeline, defied nature as it retreated towards its source in the mystical highlands. Its water coursed in reverse, carrying the scent of dread and the whispers of catastrophe to every corner of our realm. A perversion of nature, a crude violation that whispered of dark magics. I stood at the edge of the Willowind, its unnatural current swirling before me, a mirror to my mounting dread. The once tranquil river was now a menacing serpent, its eerie reversed flow snaking through the emerald woods. Shadows danced over it, whispering secrets only the river could understand.
By Asia Nichelle McCurdy2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets from the Under Realm. Content Warning.
Bret shot awake in a fight-or-flight grasp that gave him nothing to attack and no direction on the cliffside shelf to run. He hit his head hard on the fender on his way to the feet and let out a groan that jolted Vince, but he remained motionless. The Suburban was upside down. This forced his eyes upward to the fog. Where could the peak they come from, he thought. If he gave it a thorough guess without the tools of his reasoning skills, the drop was four--five hundred feet before the fog started, practically cloud cover without an ounce of visible sky. That’s not possible, he thought. “Cynthia!” he yelled on his way back to the surprisingly structurally sound vehicle gently placed in the rugged, loose gravel, merely shattering the windows. Helping her up, seeing her scraped but barely bruised, they were left in a state of rising anxiety over the anomaly granted to them. Vince had been thrown to the edge of the shelf, overlooking what possible cause for smoke lay at the bottom of the valley. Still buried in consistent fog with familiar-ish shingles piercing the vail and a steeple in the distance further in the opposite direction, from his defeated position, he saw the zig then zag then zig again of a path down. They varied from San Fran. to salt flats. Artie climbed off the underside of the truck, camera in hand, and pointed it everywhere, assuming he was the first to film the underworld.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon & the Moon. AI-Generated.
The village of Eldermoor sat nestled between two mountain ranges, where the sky hung heavy with stars each night, and the air shimmered with the whispers of old legends. The people believed that dragons were nothing more than myth, tales told to children to keep them in bed, a remnant of a forgotten past.
By Dr Humaira Yousaf Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
