Fantasy

Corpse Eaters P2
The long green truck clunked and rattled loudly through the ruts and brush that pointed back to their temporary home. The headlights cut a dull path through the black of the night, exposing piles of snow and old machinery. We were silent, not that Niko had much to saw most of the time anyway, my mind working to accept what my eyes had witnesses. All the horrors of the war had left their scars upon my mind, the screaming, the earth churning explosions, the dead, yet there was something different about these monsters. A man can come to terms with what he understands.
By Brier7 months ago in Fiction
The Elephant’s Last Memory. AI-Generated.
The jungle had grown quieter over the years, as if even the wind had slowed to respect the passing of time. Deep within that fading wilderness lived an old elephant named Aranya. His massive body moved with slow, careful steps, and his eyes carried the weight of a lifetime. He no longer walked with the herd, choosing solitude instead. But he was not alone—his memories walked with him, and one memory, in particular, refused to fade
By hamad khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Wanted To Be A King And The Queen Who killed Him
The Man Who Wanted To Be A King And The Queen Who killed Him He was not born to anything, and everyone knew it. He had no land, no title, no name worth remembering beyond the street he slept on. Yet he carried himself as if the world had made a mistake, as if something greater had been meant for him and had simply never arrived.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
Shadow Lullaby
I had thought to kill the "evil" that was in front of me. I had grossly overestimated my own abilities. It stood above me, this nightmare made flesh. My weapons lay scattered or broken all around me, with any potentially useful pieces just out of my reach.
By Alicia Anspaugh7 months ago in Fiction
Chaining The Beast
Introduction When I was in Alnwick, I bought this book from Oxfam, and the cover picture seemed to want to tell me a story. On the cover, this is the description:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
Centaurs
Introduction "The Centaurs’ Cave" by George Barbier is an illustration from Poèmes en prose (1928) by Maurice de Guérin. It was shared by the wonderful Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
Six months later, the world felt brighter. Not in the impossible, silver-lit way of the dream world. Not in the violet skies and whispering fields that still lived only in memory.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
The hospital doors burst open beneath Clay’s hands. Cold air rushed past him as he stumbled into the bright white lobby, breath ragged, chest heaving.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
The highway ran endlessly beneath them. Black pavement. White lines. The low hum of tires against asphalt. Marcus drove through the night with both hands tight on the wheel, eyes heavy but determined.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
Clay stood in the middle of Marcus’s living room, breathing hard, one hand braced against the back of the couch. Every muscle in his body still ached from leaving the hospital.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
The first thing Clay heard was the beeping. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic. A sound that seemed to rise from the bottom of a deep lake.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Between Us
Morning came like a cruelty. Lydia had not slept. She sat curled beneath her bedroom window, knees pulled to her chest, still wearing the same clothes from the night before.
By Amber7 months ago in Fiction