Fantasy
GRAVITS GRASP
I had found myself hand in hand, face to face with Catalina again. I had taken her for a hike in some cool local park. We walked around the park feeling cozy around each other letting the cool tropical breeze brush past our jovial faces. It wasn’t just me finding happiness in Catalina, she seemed to enjoy my company too. We passed by local couples who had also visited this beautiful park. Some sat making stories and laughing while others played around chasing after each other like kids which was just adorable.
By Catherine Nyomenda3 years ago in Fiction
Adoring the Darkness
The bioluminescent moss lining the alley walls pulsed with a soft green glow, casting playful shadows that danced across Halina's face. She weaved through Lala's labyrinthine passageways with an ease born of countless childhood explorations. These forgotten corners, tucked away from the main arteries of the city, were her own private domain, a world of secrets whispered by the wind and stories etched into the ancient stones. But tonight, a new purpose fueled her steps. The usual spark of curiosity in her eyes was tinged with a desperate urgency. Months of whispered suspicions and stolen glances at the luminous insignia adorning the city elders' cloaks had coalesced into a burning certainty. Those cryptic symbols, radiating an otherworldly light unlike anything found in Lala's perpetual twilight, held a secret. A secret about the forbidden sun, a celestial entity shrouded in myth and shrouded from sight by the towering obsidian wall that encircled their entire city.
By broken heart3 years ago in Fiction
The legend of fortifile
In the land of Verdania, nestled between towering mountains and vast forests, there stood a majestic fortress known as Fortifile. It was a stronghold of the kingdom, built centuries ago to protect the realm from any threats that dared to approach its borders.Within the walls of Fortifile, there lived a young boy named Leo. He was an orphan, taken in by the soldiers of the fortress when he was just a babe. Leo grew up within the stone walls, learning the ways of the sword and shield, dreaming of one day becoming a knight.But Fortifile was not just a place of protection; it was also a place of scarcity. The fortress was surrounded by barren lands, and food was scarce. Despite the best efforts of the cooks and farmers within the walls, hunger was a constant companion for the inhabitants of Fortifile.One day, as Leo was training in the courtyard, a stranger arrived at the gates of Fortifile. He was a weary traveler, dressed in tattered clothes and bearing a heavy burden on his back. The guards eyed him warily, but Leo approached with curiosity.The stranger introduced himself as Thaddeus, a wandering minstrel in search of shelter for the night. Leo took pity on the man and offered to show him hospitality within the walls of Fortifile.As they walked through the fortress, Thaddeus couldn't help but notice the gaunt faces of the people and the meager portions of food being served. Leo explained their plight, how they struggled to feed everyone within the walls.Thaddeus listened intently, his mind racing with ideas. He was a man of music and words, but he also had a knack for storytelling. And so, he proposed a plan to Leo: he would perform a grand feast for the people of Fortifile, using only the power of his words.Leo was skeptical at first, but he could see the glimmer of hope in Thaddeus's eyes. And so, he agreed to help him gather the people of the fortress for the performance.That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the courtyard of Fortifile was filled with eager faces. Thaddeus stood before them, his voice ringing out clear and strong.He began to weave a tale of a far-off land where food was plentiful and no one went hungry. He spoke of bountiful harvests and lavish feasts, of fruits ripe for the picking and meat sizzling on the grill.As Thaddeus spoke, the people of Fortifile could almost taste the food he described. Their stomachs rumbled with hunger, but their spirits soared with hope.But Thaddeus didn't stop there. He called upon the people of Fortifile to join him in creating their own feast, using whatever ingredients they had at hand. And so, the cooks bustled about the kitchen, the farmers brought forth their meager crops, and even the children pitched in to help.As the night wore on, the courtyard of Fortifile was transformed into a scene of abundance. Tables groaned under the weight of hearty stews, freshly baked bread, and sweet desserts. The people gathered around, their faces alight with joy as they shared in the feast.Leo looked on in wonder, realizing the power of storytelling to uplift the spirits of even the most downtrodden. And as he savored the food and laughter of his fellow inhabitants, he knew that no matter how hungry Fortifile may be, as long as they had hope, they would never truly starve.And so, the legend of the hungry fortress became a tale of resilience and ingenuity, passed down from generation to generation within the walls of Fortifile. And whenever times grew tough, the people would gather together, knowing that as long as they had each other, they would never go hungry again.
By Eric anexis 3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Silicon Sands
In the aftermath of collapse, where the bones of a once vibrant world lay scattered across endless deserts, there lived a solitary figure named Eris. Her dominion was a graveyard of the past—a sprawling necropolis of steel and silicon, where the echoes of a civilization now silent whispered through the winds. Eris was no ordinary survivor; she possessed an unparalleled gift to commune with the ancient technologies that littered her realm, resurrecting machines long fallen into dormancy.
By Fable Forge Chronicles 3 years ago in Fiction
GRAVITY'S GRASP
I had found myself hand in hand, face to face with Catalina again. I had taken her for a hike in some cool local park. We walked around the park feeling cozy around each other letting the cool tropical breeze brush past our jovial faces. It wasn’t just me finding happiness in Catalina, she seemed to enjoy my company too. We passed by local couples who had also visited this beautiful park. Some sat making stories and laughing while others played around chasing after each other like kids which was just adorable.
By Catherine Nyomenda3 years ago in Fiction
The Final Mission
The halo above Lylar Sector shattered, signaling its loss of protection. He watched as the sector's shield faded and the halo began its descent. He knew he was still too far away; nonetheless, he also knew he had no other choice but to try anyway. His Spectrane was beginning to diminish, inviting fear in for the first time. He had never before left the Prism. He had never needed to, until now. Without Spectrane, he was powerless. Without it, he was a Souling, essentially.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tale: Hansel & Gretel. Top Story - April 2024. Content Warning.
“Go! Go into the woods and never come back! The Queen would have you killed by someone else, even if I don’t do it!” The Huntsman’s words kept ringing in Snow White’s ears as she ran haphazardly through the woods. Where would she go? Where would she hide? How would she survive? All those thoughts ceased when she spotted a cottage. Relief washed over her. There was something very peculiar about this cottage, though. It was very colourful. As she got closer, she gasped. The cottage was made out of cakes and chocolates! She wanted to break off a piece of the window pane to see if the chocolate was real but decided against it. Instead, she knocked on the door. “Hello, is anyone home? I was wondering, are these real? Would it be okay for me to eat some?” The door slowly swung open to reveal a girl around the age of twelve. “Would you like to eat with us?” “Oh, that sounds absolutely delightful! I hope I’m not imposing. My name is Snow White. What’s yours?” “I’m Gretel and –”, she opened the door wider to reveal a boy, “– that’s my brother, Hansel. Only both of us live here.” “Oh my, you poor little things! Would it be okay if I stayed here and took care of you both? I can clean, I can cook –” Hansel interrupted her, “You don’t have to cook.” He pointed at the kitchen door. “You can go anywhere in this cottage except the kitchen. If you agree to that, you can stay with us.” Snow White found that weird but agreed as she was grateful to have a place to stay.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Menagerie
In the heart of a forgotten neighborhood, nestled between towering skyscrapers and bustling thoroughfares, lies a hidden gem—a modest studio adorned with colorful glass baubles and delicate trinkets. Here, amidst the scent of molten glass and the soft hum of the furnace, resides a figure shrouded in mystery, known only as the Keeper.
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
