Fantasy

Embracing Tranquility in the Midst of Motion: A Reflective Journey into Moments of Calm
During work, I find myself either standing or perched on my Motion Stool, compelling my core into action. Pacing has become a frequent ritual, accompanied by strategically scattered exercise equipment, be it a pull-up bar, kettlebell, balance device, or grip trainer, always within arm's reach.
By مصر مصر3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
Barstable, the Night Warrior
This story has been written for RM Stockton's February Write Club Prompt and you can read about that below: This month's prompt is to write about the monster under your bed.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
~ Fantastical:the Fairytale!
Part 2 of the Fairytale Story titled Fantastical! Or is it? ~ The Dungeon of the Heart of Man: What befalls it!~ Down into the depth of darkness, oh shall your story go,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Happy Again
In the middle of a busy city, there was a cozy café called "The Sunshine Spot." People came here to share stories, laugh, and feel connected to others.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Promise
In a quiet town named Carolina, there was a man named David. He had two kids, Emily and Thomas, and he was also a loving husband. David was like a big support for everyone in his town. He spent his days taking care of his farm and looking after his kids with a lot of love.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 9. Content Warning.
One of the sea-wolfs jumped onto Cotton, and they tumbled several times in a frantic scrambling fight. Cotton suddenly felt the sharp fangs of one of the sea-wolf piercing into his side, and he yelped in pain. He wiggled free from the grasp of the sea-wolf, trying to escape the vigorous fight.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
The Ally
"You can't let Dad take him, Mum. He'll die!" "You nearly died!" The bones of my hand protruded from where it should've connected to my wrist. Flesh scalded and chunks missing where the dragonling had feasted on it. Hardly any blood at all, though.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
"THE TWISTED BARBEQUE PSYCHE'". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. The characters are fictional. Any reference to any true character is coincidental. The question of time and space is to ask why are there people who bully others into a state inaction? Bullies are a type of personality that causes chaos at a friendly neighborhood barbeque. The gathering is congenial. People are laughing and talking. The bully walks up to the host yelling at her for burning the burgers when he had walked away from his responsibility of cooking the burgers.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
Morning is for Mourning
"I dunno. Maybe, " I choked down the tears in my eyes, "maybe it would be healthy to mourn it. "I was in that well for so long," I crane my neck to the sky, arching away from the fire I've built. I'm still in so much pain. Honestly I couldn't even believe how much pain I was in, being trapped there.
By Symbollica The'Bat3 years ago in Fiction
Unicorns and Rainbows
On one of Mother Combs’s many trips across the globe, she came across an emerald-green valley in the middle of an icy glacier, hidden from human eyes. In the middle of this valley was a hot spring that kept the valley warmer than it was on the glacier. In this valley, rainbows were everywhere, reflections of the sun off the ice. It was a breathtaking sight to behold, and as Mother Combs stood in awe of the beauty surrounding her, she was surprised by a herd of Unicorns trotting past her. She tried to chase them, but they were too fleet of hoof for her, and she soon lost them.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Tyrixten's Awakening: The Frostwalk Legacy
In the icy expanse of the Tundran Wastes, Tyrixten trudged through the snow, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. This was the *Frostwalk*, his tribe's rite of passage into adulthood, a solitary journey meant to awaken one's magic. But Tyrixten faced an unexpected challenge: his technological aids, designed to guide and protect him, had succumbed to the cold, leaving him truly alone.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction