Fantasy
Cursed
“I’m not alone. Find me. I’m not alone. Find me. I’m not alone. Find me.” She repeated the chant under her breath until the words became unintelligible. Each person who passed by called out to her, but she ignored them in favour it, the need to say those words more than the desire to rest, to eat, to scream. She knelt on the ground and stared straight ahead, at a certain stone in the wall of her room. It was no different than the rest – grey, dull, slightly jagged to the touch. Nothing special. Just like her.
By Maddy Haywood3 years ago in Fiction
The Oasis Mirage
The relentless sun bore down upon the endless dunes, transforming the arid landscape into a sweltering oven. A solitary figure, clad in tattered clothing and a wide-brimmed hat, trudged through the shifting sands. This was me, an adventurous geologist who had embarked on an expedition deep into the unforgiving heart of the desert in search of a legendary oasis.
By Katya Danova3 years ago in Fiction
Guardians
On a hilltop just outside the small Bosnian town of Bosanska Krupa, a group of amateur astronomers had set up their telescopes, eager to capture the brilliance of the meteor shower. Among them was Dr. An, an astrophysicist who had come to observe the celestial event. By his side stood his teenage son, Liam, a young man with a deep curiosity about the universe, much like his father.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
It’s A Real Witch’s Birthday
“To light the dark. To honor the day. To ease the path down memory lane” With that incantation two birthday candles ignite. The number sixteen burns bright on a birthday cake along with an array of other candles outlining the walls of the backroom at The Black Unicorn. The Black Unicorn is a small botanica located in The Bronx. It sells all the supplies to help you with your spiritual needs but the real conjuring happens in its backroom. It's facilitated by its owner Celeste, a beautiful Black Trans Woman who loves daytime soaps and anything leopard print. She’s a very powerful witch who has recently taken some younger amateur Black witches under her wing.
By prophecy boy3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Coven: Unveiling the Secrets of the Black Witches
"Serpentum Sylvestris Noctis," The words whispered through the moonlit grove, their echoes fading into the ancient trees. The incantation stirred the air, like a serpent uncoiling from its slumber, and beckoned forth a coven of witches shrouded in darkness. Gathered in a hidden corner of the dense forest, they met beneath the twisted boughs of gnarled oaks, where shadows danced in the moon's pale glow.
By Lylonie Bennett3 years ago in Fiction
