Fantasy

Once upon a wi-fi signal
In a city of neon lights and digital streams, Cinder, a girl lost in dreams, toils in the data mines. No glass slippers, just sneakers and screens, longing for freedom. A royal invite pops up, beckoning to a cyber gala in a virtual space. Her fairy godprogram works its magic, transforming her avatar with grace. Pixels sparkle, ready to dance under the digital moon. As the clock ticks towards midnight, Cinder swiftly logs off, leaving codes behind. A prince searches the servers, driven by fear, seeking the girl whose presence once shone. Through hacking the system, their destiny becomes clear, modern love blossoms in the realm of bits and bytes.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Fiction
A world from mine
Hopelessly following my father to every hospital his colleagues recommended made me more sad as days went by .My father is a retired nurse , he retired when he lost the love of his life to this same cancer that’s about to take his only child . I had to stop at some point and imagine how my dad felt all these years and right now. Maybe life wasn’t being unfair to me; maybe it was to my father. Maybe I am just a pawn in the game, with or without me in it; it would still be the same for him. All these outrageous thoughts made me resent myself but what could I do? I’ll still die anyways
By Emem Ini2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage of the Starfarer . AI-Generated.
Captain Elena Torres stared at the vast expanse of stars through the viewport of the Starfarer, the sleek vessel entrusted to her care. It was supposed to be a routine mission: survey an uncharted sector of space, collect data, and return home. But routine had given way to a desperate struggle for survival.
By Jomol2 years ago in Fiction
Rose and Steel. Content Warning.
He had the makings of a seasoned hunter, but she was no ordinary prey. The small clearing had grown still with his slow, methodical approach, save for the trill of distant birdsong and the shiver of leaves whenever the humid air swept through and rattled them. But the chittering of squirrels and rustling of wild hares in the underbrush had since ceased, and she was left alone to wade through the lake’s sun-spangled shallows, distinctly aware of his movement in her periphery where he prowled through the overgrown tangle of brambles, presumably in search of a better vantage point.
By Raeanne Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character
Chapter 1 .... FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD Why a ren't you dead yet? When are you going to die, Dad? Do you know when you're going to die? I don't know when I will die. Will you help me find my death? As usual, his father had no answers to all these questions asked by his curious son, and this was not the first time that Abraham had asked his father, or any living creature, such strange and (to the ordinary and fearful man) grotesque questions. If there had been someone else in the place of the father of that curious child, he would have made every effort to undermine those thoughts of the child growing up in the shadow of his powerful brain. But his father wasn't. They understood his feelings, valued his ideas, though his imaginations were not like the naughty fantasies of a child, but he was an extraordinary child as a child. (His father had already realized this when the child uttered the first words out of his mouth) who had found a worthy father who had never yet sown the seeds of doubt in his mind about his child? Was she not Abraham's mother? Abraham's mother died shortly after he was born. She didn't know her mother yet. He never asked his father about his mother. Because he didn't feel the need yet. And his father never spoke to Abraham about his mother. He wanted to forget that tragic incident forever, his wife and Abraham's mother had been freed from here after playing his role? She had now become a part of how many such heroes who had played their role here, without merging into the Universe? Abrahams grandparents had already left years earlier, and now they had no heirs? Time passed slowly, and Abraham was now five years old.And his father enrolled him in a nearby school, as every father does. Now Abraham was chained to discipline? The little boy's first day at school went something like this: 'Father had made all the preparations the day before. A new sack, new shoes, new clothes (giving him a new identity now that he was ready to enter a new world), a few books, and some food were stuffed into that little bag. Now the father was walking ahead of the little boy, guiding him, and the boy followed him? Abraham had reached his school. The father got busy discussing something with his teachers, and perhaps the focus of the discussion was little Abraham, who had disappeared by then. When the father looked around after the conversation with the teacher, he did not see his son anywhere, but after a little more searching, he found Abraham. The boy was playing with butterflies in a very attractive and beautiful garden of flowers His father had been watching him for some time. Because Abraham had never shown any interest in sports before this day, he never asked his father for any kind of toys, any toy had always been unable to attract him. But this garden full of different kinds of green plants, fragrant flowers and colorful butterflies was very exciting to him. He had never seen or experienced such a beautiful view of nature before today. He was just enjoying those precious moments. which he felt for the first time in his life. Her father was surprised too. He saw a new line of thought springing up in his son that he had never seen before. The boy was now completely immersed in nature. After a little more time, a teacher came and said to Abraham, Go to your class, little boy, and Abraham went and sat in a room with the other children. But in his mind he thought only of the beautiful garden. It was only a few moments after sitting there that a group of naughty children came there and threatened. One of them asked him, 'What is your name, son? " "Then a child's attention was drawn to Abraham's bright shirt," said the naughty child, excitedly, "Wow! ! ! "Then one of them said," "Look at how tightly your shirt is sewn," "then he inserted his pencil into Abraham's shirt, pulled it down, and it made a big hole in the shiny shirt near the shoulder." After that, all the children around Abraham laughed loudly, but then Abraham also laughed with them. It was a genuine smile that came into being to find out the reason why all those children were laughing! Then one of them said, "Why are you laughing, you naughty child?" I don't know. As soon as the little boy left the rest of the time in school… .. . Wait for the next chapter of this story. I will try to post it soon. Please give your review on this chapter. WRITEN BY :- SK PRIHAR Startritin
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Child in Metro
### Lost in the Metro **It was a busy Saturday afternoon** when eight-year-old Sophie and her mother decided to take the metro to visit the city zoo. Sophie was excited as she loved animals and couldn’t wait to see the lions and elephants. The metro station was crowded with people rushing to their destinations, and the air was filled with the sounds of chatter and train announcements. Sophie held her mother’s hand tightly as they made their way to the platform. “Stay close, Sophie,” her mother said. “The metro can be very busy, and I don’t want us to get separated.” “I will, Mom,” Sophie replied, her eyes wide with excitement. **When the train arrived,** people pushed and hurried to get inside. Sophie and her mother squeezed in and found a spot to stand. The train was packed, and Sophie had to hold onto a pole to keep her balance. As the train started moving, she looked around at the other passengers, some reading, some talking, and others just staring out the window. A few stops later, the train jerked suddenly, causing Sophie to lose her grip on the pole. She stumbled and fell, and in the confusion, she let go of her mother’s hand. By the time she stood up, she couldn’t see her mother anywhere. Panic started to rise in her chest. “Mom? Mom, where are you?” she called out, but her voice was drowned by the noise of the train and the chatter of the passengers. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. **The train stopped at the next station**, and Sophie decided to get off. She thought maybe her mother had already left the train and was waiting for her on the platform. As she stepped off, the doors closed behind her, and she found herself in a sea of people. Sophie looked around frantically, but there was no sign of her mother. She felt scared and alone. She remembered what her mother had always told her to do if she ever got lost: find a police officer or a metro worker and ask for help. **She spotted a metro worker** in a bright orange vest standing near the ticket booth. Sophie wiped her tears and walked over to him. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve lost my mom.” The metro worker, whose name was Mr. Jenkins, looked down at her kindly. “Don’t worry, little one,” he said gently. “We’ll find your mom. What’s your name?” “Sophie,” she replied, sniffling. “Okay, Sophie. Let’s go to the control room and make an announcement. Your mom might hear it and come find you,” Mr. Jenkins said. **They walked to the control room**, where Mr. Jenkins spoke into a microphone. “Attention passengers, we have a lost child named Sophie here at the station. If you are her parent or guardian, please come to the control room.” Sophie sat in a chair, swinging her legs nervously. She hoped her mother would hear the announcement and come soon. She looked around the control room, with its monitors and buttons, trying to distract herself from her worry. **Meanwhile, Sophie’s mother** was frantically searching the metro. She had realized Sophie was not with her as soon as the train doors closed. She got off at the next stop and took the train back, looking for Sophie at every station. When she heard the announcement about Sophie, she felt a wave of relief. She rushed to the control room as fast as she could. “Sophie!” her mother called out as she entered the room. Sophie jumped up and ran to her mother, tears streaming down her face. “Mom!” she cried, hugging her tightly. “I was so scared!” **Sophie’s mother knelt down** and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry, Sophie. I was scared too. I’m so glad you’re safe.” Mr. Jenkins smiled at them. “I’m glad you found each other. Remember to always stay close in busy places like the metro.” “Thank you, Mr. Jenkins,” Sophie’s mother said gratefully. “We will.” **As they left the control room**, Sophie held her mother’s hand tightly, not wanting to let go. They decided to take a break from their zoo trip and went to a nearby café to relax and calm down. Over hot chocolate and cookies, Sophie’s mother explained the importance of staying together in crowded places and what to do if they ever got separated again. Sophie listened carefully, feeling much better now that she was safe with her mother. **The rest of the day**, they stayed close and enjoyed their time together. They did eventually make it to the zoo, and Sophie saw the lions and elephants she had been so excited about. But the best part of the day was knowing that, no matter what, her mother would always find her and keep her safe. **Tags:** - Lost Child - Metro Adventure - Parent-Child Bond - Safety - Reunion - Crowded Places - Kindness of Strangers - Panic and Relief - Family - Urban Exploration
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The sky appeared to merge into the sea this evening, such that it was twilight and silence perfectly blended. The old, moldy letter was unfolded slowly by Emily, her fingers shaking since she had discovered it in the attic. It was addressed to her, but she had never seen it before.
By Lina Khan2 years ago in Fiction
The conquest
Romulus began his third with much more enthusiasm they were to be graded on the skill of archery all trainey were summond out to begin practice they target were place 20 ,50 and 100 yards they all began and about 75 percent of them got their target off on their first attempt they moved on to the second and most of them began to struggle romulus determined to succeed he aligned his bow to the perfect angle drew his arrow and shot at his target hitting it bulls eyes he jumped in excitement thinking he was the only one to have done only for his celebration to be cut short by dimitrios who hit both the 50 and 100 yard target simultaneously after witnessing such precision he was brought back to the same state of self disappointment but he quickly picked his head up and took aim getting the 100yard shot on his first attempt both he and dimitrios were the only ones to have passed the test at this point so they both left the training ground to clean up while they were cleaning up they heard chattering from a group of girls and look ahead to put faces to the voices they were heard on looking up they saw the one of the crowned princess a beautiful lady whose tales were sung far and wide she was strolling around with her entourage while romulus was stuck on the aesthetic of her beauty he could not comprehend how a person could look that pretty he had head the tales but he always told him self that no one created can have such beauty shortly after she left he snapped out of his trance and decided to go check on his friend athena when he got there she was also done so he began to tell her about how beautiful the princess was athena was upset she told him that why would he tell her about another lady's beauty.they was a hint of jealousy in the way she altered the statement but he was too inlove to to notice it he apologized and they moved on with their day days past and it was the final day the day in which they would all know if they have the ability to perform magic and become mages of just join the kings guard new spread around their quater that the king and his daughters were going to be around on hearing this romulus was determined to impress and win the princess over unknown him that he has a large obstacle to face .
By Akinyemi tolu2 years ago in Fiction
Golden River Luncheon
The sun shone brightly over the Seine River, casting a golden hue on the water’s surface. It was a perfect day for a luncheon, and the riverside restaurant buzzed with excitement. Pierre-Auguste Renoir had invited a diverse group of friends, models, and acquaintances to join him for an afternoon of food, wine, and painting. Each guest brought their own story, their own dreams and aspirations, which would soon be immortalized on canvas.
By olxia10 2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Reflections
**Shattered Reflections** In a quaint town where cobblestone streets wound like ribbons around charming shops, there was an old antique store called “Timeless Treasures.” Nestled between a bakery and a bookshop, it was a place where memories of the past mingled with the present. The store’s owner, Martha, was a kind-hearted woman in her sixties with a penchant for stories and a deep love for history. Her shop was a haven for those who sought something more than just objects; it was a sanctuary for lost and cherished memories.
By Chiamaka Maclorita 2 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Enigma
News Story: The Heroic Rescue of Flight 742 The first time I heard someone mention Flight 742, I did not believe it. For days now, this passenger jet had been circling in the media, hijacked and taken to an unknown location. One could feel the tension, the fear that washasMany around the globe. As an investigative journalist, I had covered many crises, but nothing like this.
By Abdoulkhani Djama2 years ago in Fiction
When Came the Dark. Top Story - August 2024.
Monday may have dawned, but no one would have known. The sky was oh so dark. One hundred days dark. Darker than dark had ever been. No end was expected. Dark would be all we would ever see.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction