Fantasy

Wisteria’s End
“Jessica!” A voice called out, sounding like an echo in the distance. Jessica was lost in thought, staring out the window at the clouds of red powdered clay churned up by the storm. Her arm was stretched forward with her fingertips resting on the surface of the glass. There was zero visibility outside of the protected structure she was in, yet her eyes appeared focused on something.
By Chelas Montanye2 years ago in Fiction
The Thieves Of The Light
Every solstice the ritual had to be performed. History told the villagers that if they didn't they would be plunged into an endless night.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Simplicity of Life
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, there lived an elderly couple named Edith and Harold. Theirs was a life painted in the soft hues of simplicity—a gentle rhythm that ebbed and flowed with the seasons.
By onaaa2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Space
Boston | The Dark Space (Beneath the couch) It was impossible to see through the dense layers of blackness, but something continued to stir beyond the veil of my limited sight. Terrified of what was making the mysterious sounds, and having no way to defend myself, I did the only thing I could.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
182 A Special, Reserved Place in Hell
I was only trying to help. It was tough love. "There's a special place in Hell reserved for people like you," she seethed. Drug rehab for 3 days, minimum. I'll never forget her face--a damning face.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
"Love Amidst Magical and Traditional Worlds"
The morning mist hung low over the quaint town of Evervale, where two families prepared for a wedding unlike any other. In a cozy cottage nestled amidst ancient oak trees, the Whitaker family bustled about, their wands humming with excitement as they enchanted flowers to bloom in vibrant hues of blues and purples. Meanwhile, across town in a grand Victorian mansion, the Henderson family meticulously arranged elegant bouquets and delicate lace, adamant that no magic would touch their daughter's special day.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
What Are Blackholes?
Among these enigmatic entities, none captivate the imagination quite like what are black holes?. These cosmic behemoths, born from the remnants of massive stars, wield gravitational forces so powerful that not even light can escape their grasp. But what exactly are black holes, and do they meet their demise.
By Galaxiesbuzz2 years ago in Fiction
Reclaiming Earth
Rael felt the cold grass under his shins as he knelt by the pond. There were a few stars still out. The Eastern sky was beginning to change from red to silver, and he had come out into the garden to get the early light into his eyes. Goosebumps rose on his bare torso as a breeze caressed the mountainside. The flowers he had planted were beginning to bloom as spring began to give way to summer, and they now opened one by one as the dawn approached.
By Mila2 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Mermaids: Stories and Meanings in Various Cultures
Mermaids, captivating creatures of myth and folklore, have captivated imaginations for millennia. Half-human, half-fish, they dwell in the mysterious depths, often portrayed as beautiful and alluring, yet sometimes dangerous. Their stories weave through cultures across the globe, each offering unique interpretations and symbolism.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Sunflower
Once upon a time, in the small town of Meadowbrook, there lived a young girl named Clara. Clara had a peculiar talent: she could understand the language of flowers. She had discovered this gift when she was just five years old, while playing in her grandmother’s garden. The flowers would whisper secrets and stories to her, sharing the mysteries of the natural world. They spoke of the wind's travels, the sun's warmth, and the rain's gentle touch.
By Sara2 years ago in Fiction
They said I should bloom
As the sun breached the horizon, the golden light exploded across the plains. She stood there, the key grasped in her hand and held aloft, waiting for the light to reach her.
By Emily McGuff2 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Shadows
In the twilight hour, where the sun kisses the horizon goodbye, the world is awash with whispers of forgotten dreams. Shadows stretch long and thin, weaving a tapestry of mystery across the land. The day’s warmth lingers, a gentle caress upon the skin, while the cool breath of night begins its tender embrace.
By yerukalva reddamma2 years ago in Fiction