Fantasy

Misplaced
Boston The air around me was hot, and sticky. I tried to wiggle free, but I only managed to wedge myself deeper. My lower half was twisted around peanut butter coated molars, my midsection was punctured by two, large canines, while the rest of my body hung from her drooling jowls. There was no escape.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Siren's Call
How could I tell Ryan that I'd signed away our unborn child to a merman? They couldn't just kidnap my baby, though, could they? It was months 'til he'd even be born. That's forever. Head deep in the sand, when calls came from Merman & Merman, I ignored them.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by hills and forests, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her happy personality and infectious laughter, but inside, she felt a deep need to connect with others and understand herself better.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Sewing the Devil's Shroud
Once, there was an old woman much given to boasting and gossip. She sat all day in the market, trying to sell her wares to passersby, for she was a seamstress. She had many takers, too, for she was, indeed, very good at what she did (when she was not busy wagging her tongue).
By Tom Baker3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Lightkeeper
In the furthest reaches of the Northern Isles, where the sea collides with the sky in an endless dance of waves and wind, stood the ancient lighthouse of Eirwen's Point. It was here that the last lightkeeper, Alistair, lived. His life was a solitary one, save for the company of the sea birds and the occasional visit from sailors seeking refuge from the tempestuous seas.
By scoope town3 years ago in Fiction
The Eerie of Room 401 (part 1)
Caption 1: The Appearance In the core of Orrisa, settled inside the old walls of an old lodging, lay Room 401. The lodging, when a fantastic foundation, presently remained as a remnant of its previous brilliance, with stripping paint and squeaking sections of flooring telling stories of its for some time failed to remember past. Saida, a daring explorer, showed up at the inn looking for cover for the evening. Much to her dismay, Room 401 held insider facts hazier than the actual night.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Won't Cost You a Penny
People said if you went to the lagoon at midnight (or on a full moon, or with your true love, or, or...) that the merfolk could grant you a wish.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Polly's Parrot Adventures: A Tale of Linguistic Prowess and Curiosity
In the bustling city of Aviania, where colorful feathers adorned every corner and the air was filled with the chatter of birds, lived a peculiar flock of parrots known for their extraordinary gift of gab. Among them, Polly stood out with her vibrant plumage and an insatiable curiosity that matched her captivating chatter.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
MISPLACED
Sure, I can try to write a fictional story from the perspective of a misplaced item. Here is one possible story: ``` I am a pair of glasses. I used to belong to a man named John, who wore me every day to see the world clearly. He was a kind and gentle person, who loved reading books and watching movies. He always took good care of me, cleaning me with a soft cloth and putting me in a case when he went to sleep.
By Madhankumarramesh3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Deception
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and neon lights, lies a world of secrets and shadows. Detective Ryan Grayson, a man with a haunted past and a sharp mind, prowls through the dark alleys and hidden corners, searching for the truth that always seems just out of reach. One cold, rainy night, a frantic call pulls Grayson from the comfort of his office. He rushes to the scene—a sprawling mansion perched on the edge of the city, where a prominent businessman lies dead, a bullet lodged in his chest. As Grayson surveys the scene, rain cascading down his trench coat, he senses the presence of something sinister lurking in the shadows, a malevolent force that threatens to consume him whole. As Grayson delves deeper into the investigation, he encounters a cast of characters as enigmatic as the case itself. From the victim's conniving wife to his ruthless business associates, everyone seems to have a motive for murder. But as Grayson peels back the layers of deception, he uncovers a trail of breadcrumbs leading him to a startling revelation—one that will shake the very foundations of the city's elite. A chance encounter leads Grayson to Emily, a mysterious woman with a talent for painting. Her hauntingly beautiful artwork serves as a window into the darkness that pervades the case, each stroke of her brush revealing a new layer of the truth. Together, they piece together the puzzle, their minds intertwining in a dance of intellect and intuition as they race against time to unravel the mystery before it's too late. As the investigation reaches its climax, Grayson finds himself face to face with the true mastermind behind the murder. In a heart-pounding showdown, he confronts the villain, his senses tingling with anticipation as he prepares to deliver justice. But just when it seems like all is lost, a twist of fate turns the tide in Grayson's favor, a stroke of luck that tips the scales in his favor and brings the perpetrator to their knees. The real culprit is unmasked, justice is served, and Grayson emerges victorious, his name immortalized in the annals of law enforcement history. As dawn breaks over the city skyline, he stands tall, the weight of the case finally lifted from his shoulders. And as he walks away from the scene, rain still falling softly from the sky, he knows that even in the darkest of nights, there is always a glimmer of hope, a light that never truly fades away. Yet, despite the victory, a sense of unease lingers in the air, as if another storm is brewing on the horizon, waiting to test Grayson's resolve once more. Amidst the victory, Grayson couldn't shake off the feeling that there were still loose ends, whispers of a greater conspiracy waiting to be unraveled, lingering like a shadow in the corners of his mind. Determined to seek closure, Grayson vowed to continue his pursuit of truth, knowing that the darkness may never truly be dispelled, but that his light would shine brightest against it. With Emily by his side, they embarked on a new journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, for in the end, they knew that together, they were unstoppable. As they walked into the sunrise, hand in hand, they embraced the uncertainty of the future, knowing that as long as they stood together, they could overcome anything that came their way. But just as they thought the storm had passed, a sudden revelation emerged, shaking the very foundation of their beliefs and leaving them questioning everything they thought they knew.
By S.K.V3 years ago in Fiction
Scintilla
The next few days pass in a blur as everyone is still mourning the loss of their guild mate, while trying to make the children who now have their emblems, feel more at home. The children are twins named Sally and Jason Hart. They are 5 years old and have never met their father and still have no idea that Newton is their father. Morgana put them under a spell that let them sleep while she searched their memories. She saw Amelia send him away when his personality changed and she put the protection spell on her children connecting them to Rowan. She saw Amelia crying and telling them how sorry she was but that they would always be safe and have a home. She also saw that Amelia would tell the children not to say anything about their father when others were around. The twins were too young to remember this but Morgana had a hunch that this information would be buried deep in their memories. When she looked into their memories she got the rough picture and gathered that Newton was changed shortly after Amelia gave birth to the twins. Which also gave her the idea that Amelia could sense the dark magic that took root inside of Newton. Morgana finished the spell and left to sit down stairs at the bar to drink. Morgana was lost in her thoughts when she felt a big strong hand on her shoulder. Staring at the inside of her cup she didn’t bother to look up, just smiled. She sighs, “things have become more complicated. I need to see the others. I’ll be gone for a bit.” Cordon nods his head, “you aren’t going alone and you know…” Morgana raises her hand, “I need to go alone. Where I need to go you can’t come. Stay here please. I’ll feel better if you stay here and watch after everything for me.” Cordon sits next to her at the bar knowing that she is giving him no room for argument so he just nods. Morgana knows she just won so she smiles into her mug and says, “well I should get ready to leave.” Cordon grabs her hand and squeezes it. Morgana smiles and nods, “it seems things are going dark again. Like they did before the war.” Cordon’s face goes dark, “do you really think that the dark war is coming to us now?” Morgana nods as she takes a drink and Cordon says in a low voice, “I will never let the dark war infect the peace that we have finally found and I will never let it hurt our family.” Cordon grabs the mug from Morgana’s hand and chugs the last of it. Morgana nods, “it's time to get ready for the shit storm that is coming our way.” Cordon nods and Morgana gets up and heads back to her room where she grabs a black silk bag and goes to stand in front of a large antique golden mirror that stands 7 feet tall next to her desk. Suddenly, Blossom appears next to Morgana’s reflection and Morgana says, “it’s time to go.” Blossom nods and the mirror begins to ripple all the way to the edges of the golden frame once the rippling is constant Morgana and Blossom walk through the mirror.
By Silvia Thomas3 years ago in Fiction