Fantasy

Shattered Illusions
In the bustling city of New Arcadia, where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows over neon-lit streets, augmented reality (AR) had become the new reality. Everywhere you looked, people were immersed in virtual worlds overlaid onto the physical landscape, their eyes hidden behind sleek AR glasses that projected holographic images and interactive interfaces. It was in this hyper-connected world that Maya found herself drawn into the seductive embrace of a popular AR game known as "Dreamscape."
By A Khalid3 years ago in Fiction
A Love Story In Two Heart Beats
In the heart of Mumbai, where tradition often danced hand in hand with modernity, two souls embarked on a journey neither expected nor sought. Arjun, a young architect with dreams as vast as the skyline he admired, found himself betrothed to Meera, a woman whose laughter sparkled like the city lights but whose heart remained a mystery.
By Baby3 years ago in Fiction
Burning Bright
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
A Second Chance at Forever
In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, there existed a love story that was never quite finished. It began with Lily and Ethan, two young souls entwined in the innocence of their affection. Their love bloomed amidst the cherry blossoms that adorned the town square, promising eternity in each other's embrace.
By Baby3 years ago in Fiction
A Rainy Road To Success
The random word is Leaden Anthony left before the sun rose. He estimated that it would take four hours to get there. His appointment was set for eleven a.m.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
Snake is Trapped (A story of a rat)
This story of a rat inspired me as we overlook dangers set for others because we think of them as not harmful for us and ignore the fact that
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
I am Robin
In order to enjoy this fully, you may want to read the following, or not, as the mood takes you: And: He put Carys down on the pallet in the corner. He hadn't slept on it in weeks. He set about lighting a fire, all the time conscious of Carys' fear and wariness. He understood. She would learn soon enough who he was and why he had rescued her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Oval Door
Before starting this one, you may want to read this, which is the precursor to what happens here: *** Carys regained consciousness, after dreaming of bobbing about on a clear, blue water. It was serene, the sun warming her. She was happy to let it take her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Threat. Content Warning.
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Islay's Vision
Mountains blanketed in gold, sleep soundly near the undefined line of the nine gatekeepers of Lucia, capturing any sea-wolfs daring upon the land. These wayfarers end up as prey caught in the nets of maids woven by their mother, Ran. The sisters net the pirates and turn them upside down, shaking them violently to empty their sticky pockets of stolen loot.
By Tony Martello3 years ago in Fiction
Sock's Journey
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 Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Night
The rain drops hit the cold stained glass of the window, causing the fragile pane to reverberate in its place. She wrapped her delicate and cold hand around the base of the wax candle, wincing as her feet touched the frozen floor. Shadows seemed to dance as if enticing her to play with them.
By Isabella Rose3 years ago in Fiction