Fantasy

The Weight of Woe
This follows "The Path of Duty" Edith awoke the next morning. Light streamed through her window, and the sounds of bird song filled the air. She brushed away the hair that had fallen over her face as she slept. Her pillow, still moist from last night’s tears, reminded her of her grief. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stared out at the city of Avonar.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
"The Picture of the Words"
In the storage room of an old, ivy-shrouded house, where residue moved in the daylight gushing through broke windows and the air was thick with the fragrance of maturing paper, there lay a neglected fortune: a composition dissimilar to some other. Its edge was discolored with age, its tones quieted by time, yet its magnificence stayed immaculate by the entry of years. This was the Image of Words, a show-stopper created not with paint and brush, but rather with letters and ink.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Monkey in Red
In the heart of a dense jungle, where the canopy was thick with emerald leaves and the air hummed with the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves, there lived a mischievous monkey named Ruby. Ruby was not like the other monkeys in the jungle; her fur was a vibrant shade of red, a striking contrast to the earthy tones of her surroundings. She stood out like a flame amidst the greenery, a testament to her uniqueness.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
This explains why the Gorosei didn’t target Luffy earlier
I get why the Gorosei didn’t target Luffy earlier. That has to do with 3 things: not having information, their objectives and lack of opportunity.
By Aakash Murugan2 years ago in Fiction
Lights Off
People always laugh when they find out that I am afraid of the dark. "You are 30 years old Jake! How are you afraid of the dark still?" My little sister says.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Fiction
City above the clouds. AI-Generated.
In a world not so different from ours, there was a city that floated high above the clouds, known as Aetheria. Imagine a place where the morning mist was not a nuisance but a gentle embrace, where the sun always shone brightly above a sea of fluffy white clouds, and the sky was an endless canvas of blue. The city was an architectural marvel, with buildings crafted from light yet sturdy materials that glowed with a soft luminescence at night.
By Jangan Tanya2 years ago in Fiction
The Imaginative Glorian Psyche
It is rare that we look within our current times to pull what will be the largest and most significant societal changes and makers. Ancient archivists filled plenty of scripts with the importance of Demasia’s innovations in terraforming. Discoveries in large-scale damming would allow water to be spread throughout their lands. Demasia would become known for its advanced canal and boating routes, but not for thousands of years after these predictions. What is credited with advancing Demasia into surviving among the ancient early peoples were actually improvements in rope-making and weaving. Through developing stronger and more purposeful textiles, the Demasians were able to improve agricultural effectiveness, create bigger and sturdier buildings, and begin learning about weight distribution.
By R.J. Sikes2 years ago in Fiction
My Soldier. Content Warning.
Rising from the ashes of a long, tedious war, Armalen gasped and sprung into battle, just as he had done several times before. His great, blood soaked sword plundered the lives of those unfortunate enough to step within range of the mighty warrior. He was a brute—an absolute animal on the battlefield; and She knew.
By Starlight Scribbles2 years ago in Fiction
Through the Wardrobe
I have journeyed far beyond what I previously thought possible. Walked right up to the edge of the world and simply leapt forward with reckless abandon. And yet, when death chimed in my ears, when it called out my name, I was unprepared for my own ending to be written. Unwilling to give up on exploring existence and the realm that wardrobe had lead me to. After dreaming through my childhood of this very passage, from our world into another, I had found the path forward. Had found my very own key to the world, but now found myself hesitant to continue to use it. Because what was I actually doing? What dangers was I inviting not just into my own world, but into the shared reality of all the ones I loved so dearly?
By M.M. 2 years ago in Fiction
She SLEPT With Every Man in the Village Before Getting MARRIED
In a village where the sky met the Earth and Traditions were as old as the whispering baobab trees, lived a woman named Amina. Amina was enchanting; her eyes were dark pools of wisdom, and her laughter had the power to make even the sternest Elder smile. Yet, despite her beauty and charm, she remained unmarried, tired of her solitude and desperate to find a husband.
By Syanda Xaba2 years ago in Fiction
By Star and Sand
“It’s silly to believe your dream could be the same. I just…” She can’t find the words because she isn’t being honest with herself or with me.
By Donald Shrode2 years ago in Fiction
"The Magical Dollhouse"
As soon as Sophia walked into her grandmother's attic, she knew she was in for a treat. The old trunk in the corner, adorned with intricate carvings and a rusted lock, seemed to whisper secrets in her ear. Her grandmother, noticing her curiosity, smiled and said, "Ah, you've found the treasure chest!"
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction