Fantasy

Death Stealer
TiJean is running towards trouble—he knows—but he cannot allow any further delay. Jingling along, he cuts through the rice fields and, with every leap, sticky mud clutches at his shoes as if to hold him back.
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
The First
The first Superheroes were called Demigods. How else to explain their powers - great strength, the ability to create technology un-conceptualised, breathing underwater, invulnerability - but by divine inheritance? But they were injured and died like any mortal, so they must be only the offspring of gods.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Power of the Willow
Aconite hasn’t always been a poison to society, fueled by rage. Born as Willow, she grew up in a large village on the edge of a monumental rainforest, shunned by villagers for her lavender hair and sage-green eyes. Willow’s fascination with plants set her apart, but they didn’t know she was blessed with a once-in-a-thousand-year gift– the ability to alter the chemical composition of any plant. Her mother, Liana, was the only one who knew her secret.
By Emmie Falbo2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The Bermuda Triangle Mystery: Flight into the Unknown
In the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, there lies a mysterious area known as the "Bermuda Triangle," where ships and planes vanish suddenly and inexplicably, leaving behind unsolved mysteries.
By Tamer saleh2 years ago in Fiction
The Gadfly
While their origin was always clear, their identity was not–to the masses. Myself and others always knew who they were, but that identity mattered little when considering the doubt they sowed and the revolution they attempted to reap. They became an idea and a way to be. More of a mindset, less of an individual. The government saw to that last part with finality.
By kp2 years ago in Fiction
Adiva the Defender
We are all born into this world in blood and ink, but we rarely meld with the ink itself. We emerge from a fresh bath of fluids from our mother and get processed into paperwork immediately. Our feet stamped, wailing and not knowing what is next, but processed into a system that should be here to help us as we grow into adults. A papercut this evening would transform her into an excellent investigator within the pages of books and legal documents…literally. In a moment, she would dive into a page and exist between printed words and pulp, shedding light onto pages meant to be hidden. All it took was one slice on her right forefinger.
By Rebecca Siemering2 years ago in Fiction
Neuro Master
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Outside the wind howled like a wounded beast. We took through alleys as to not be seen. Democracy had died just three months ago and now streets that were were turbulent danger zones.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Knight
The Castle House of Gareth housed the noblest royal families. King Ferdinand Gareth is remembered as one in a long lineage of just lords. Queen Amora was a woman loyal to the prestige of royalty. Princess Gwyneth was the noblest of all; eternally lovely and good-hearted . The kingdom adored the royal family; and the Castle Gareth housed more. The mystic Sword of the Ancients rested in the treasure chamber of Gareth to await the day to unsheath its power once more.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Knight
The Castle House of Gareth housed the most noble of royal families. King Ferdinand Gareth was a good man in a long lineage of just lords. Queen Amora was a good and proud woman loyal to the noble lord. Princess Gwyneth was the eternally lovely and good-hearted daughter. All of the kingdom loved the royal family; and the Castle Gareth housed more than only the royal family. The mystic Sword of the Ancients rests in the treasure chamber of Gareth as it waits for the day to unsheath its power once more.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Apprentice
In the quaint village of Elderton, nestled between misty mountains and lush valleys, there stood a small clock shop renowned for its exquisite craftsmanship. The shop was owned by Master Horace, a reclusive clockmaker whose creations were said to possess a touch of magic. His clocks didn’t just tell time—they seemed to weave the very essence of moments into their gears.
By Vishnu Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Leaf. AI-Generated.
In a small village nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there was a tree that the villagers believed held the spirit of the land. This ancient oak, known as the Guardian Tree, stood tall and proud at the center of the village, its massive branches spreading out like a protective canopy over the people. The villagers revered it, believing that as long as the tree flourished, so would the village.
By Vishnu Sharma2 years ago in Fiction