Fantasy

The love Power of Shared Interests
The love Power of Shared Interests In the bustling heart of the city, where the beat of life never appeared to vacillate, there existed a curious small bookstore tucked absent in a overlooked rear way. Its racks were embellished with dusty tomes, each one whispering stories of sentiment and enterprise. It was here, in the midst of the fragrance of maturing paper and ink, that Lily found herself on a cool harvest time afternoon.
By Baby2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore
"Whispers of Destiny: A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore" A Fortunate Encounter In the bustling city of Modern York, in the midst of the tornado of chaos and aspiration, there existed a little bookstore tucked absent in a corner of the Lower East Side. Its charm lay not in its glory but in the dusty racks that held stories of overlooked universes and removed memories.
By Baby2 years ago in Fiction
Charm Against an Egg Boat
Charm Against an Egg Boat is one of my first pieces of flash fiction responding to traditional rhymes. It was published in Pagans of the North March 2024 edition https://www.pagansofthenorth.co.uk/magazine. I am submitting monthly to this online magazine and have popped my piece Ring O' Roses that was in the April Edition underneath Charm. The wee cartoon of the witch in her egg boat was drawn my partner Mick Smith.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing
3. Trevor completed his last delivery of the day, then drove to the beach. While he sat in the sand, the waves crashed against the shore as the cold salty air penetrated his hoodie and nostrils. He peered out at the horizon and imagined a tsunami that rose a hundred meters and crashed into the coast. When it hit, he felt relief as his life washed away.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Shadow of A Minute
If you had sixty seconds to change the world and save millions of lives would you seize it. Trigger in hand sixty seconds on the clock, I wondered if I had it in me. Crazy how I made it this far, but here I was frozen.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)Nestled amidst the bustling city of Mumbai, amidst the rhythmic symphony of honking cars and chattering vendors, lay a hidden sanctuary—a serene garden adorned with vibrant hibiscus and ancient Banyan trees. This was the haven for Riya Sharma, a budding shoe designer, and her secret meetings with a handsome stranger named Veer Singh. Every monsoon season, under the cloak of rain-drenched skies, their paths would converge in this oasis, an escape from the mundane.
By E.V.K2 years ago in Fiction
"Elara's Dreamweaver Chronicles"
Once upon a time, in a world where dreams were as tangible as reality, there lived a young girl named Elara. Elara had a gift unlike any other: she could weave dreams into reality with just a touch of her fingertips. However, Elara's gift was both a blessing and a curse. While she could create beauty and wonder, her dreams sometimes took on a life of their own, causing chaos and confusion in the waking world. One day, as Elara wandered through a sun-dappled forest, she stumbled upon a mysterious amulet hidden beneath a bed of ivy. Intrigued, she reached out to touch it, and in that moment, she was transported to a realm beyond imagination. In this new world, Elara discovered that she was not alone. There were others like her, each with their own unique gifts and abilities. Together, they formed a fellowship dedicated to maintaining balance between dreams and reality. But trouble was brewing in the dream realm. A dark force, known only as the Shadow Weaver, sought to twist the dreams of mortals into nightmares, spreading fear and despair wherever it went. Determined to stop the Shadow Weaver, Elara and her companions embarked on a perilous journey across the dream realm, facing challenges and obstacles beyond anything they had ever imagined. Along the way, they encountered fantastical creatures, ancient spirits, and forgotten legends, each holding a clue to defeating the darkness that threatened to consume them all. As the final battle drew near, Elara realized that the key to victory lay not in her ability to weave dreams into reality, but in her ability to believe in the power of hope and love. With the strength of her companions beside her, she confronted the Shadow Weaver in a showdown that shook the foundations of the dream realm itself. In the end, it was not brute force or magic that defeated the Shadow Weaver, but the unwavering light of Elara's spirit, shining brighter than any darkness. And as the sun rose on a new day, the dream realm was at peace once more, thanks to the courage and determination of a young girl who dared to dream.
By Sudarsan2 years ago in Fiction
Mountains Beneath the Caverns
Disrobing himself, he poured a flagon of alcohol onto him, removing his scent. "The cloak conceals you, but she may still sense your presence. Are you sure about his, Perseus?" Hermes' words echoed in his head.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
Calm Before the Storm
It has been days since Zuthiss introduced Haganto to Undrenth, who accepted Haganto’s presence with a simple nod. Zuthiss swiftly left after that, with barely a goodbye to Haganto, let alone expand on the fact that he was Grarvuntiess’s grandson.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland
Henry was a man who once lived in a world of dreams called Dreamland. Henry fell asleep on a strange night and woke up in a brand-new dream world. He found himself in the middle of a city that looked normal at first but was very strange. To his utter shock, everything in the room turned out to be a control, living and moving.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Fiction
Crush on river. Content Warning.
the tadpoles and dragonflies, teased him for his infatuation with Dwala, but he paid them no mind, as his heart belonged to Dwala alone.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Fiction
The Minute That Changed Everything
The clock struck midnight, announcing the birth of a new day. In the dimly lit alley, Sarah and Jack faced each other, their breaths visible in the chilly night air. Sarah's heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers gripping the edge of her coat nervously. Jack's eyes reflected a mix of determination and regret, signaling the weight of the moment.
By Fahmi HARRATH2 years ago in Fiction