Fantasy
A VISION OF JUDGMENT
I was awakened by a terrible sound. “Bru-a-a-a!” it roared across the darkness. At first, I did not understand. I thought I was half dreaming. The noise grew louder—shrill, shaking the air, impossible to ignore. “Good Lord!” I muttered. “What an awful racket!” It sounded like some enormous trumpet echoing across the world. I tried to sit up, but something felt strange. Where was I? The sound rose higher and more powerful until suddenly I knew—this was no ordinary noise. “It must be the Last Trump,” I whispered.
By Amelia Miller8 months ago in Fiction
The Lumber Room
Nicholas lived with his strict aunt and two cousins in a large country house. His aunt believed children must always behave properly and follow rules without question. Nicholas, however, was curious and imaginative, and the constant discipline often made him feel trapped. One morning the aunt announced a special treat: the cousins and another child would be taken to the seaside. Nicholas would stay home as punishment for secretly putting a frog into his breakfast bowl earlier that day.
By Lily Smith8 months ago in Fiction
The Frequency of Solitude
The silence of the Cascade Mountains was not an absence of sound; it was a heavy, living thing. It was the groan of ancient ponderosa pines leaning against the wind, the distant, crystalline shatter of glacial meltwater, and the overwhelming hum of sheer, terrifying vastness.
By Alpha Cortex8 months ago in Fiction
Did The Tarot Cards Predict Love?
Did The Tarot Cards Predict Love? In a quiet village, where the moonlight draped softly over cobblestone paths, there lived a woman named Clara. She found peace in a small garden, surrounded by fragrant blooms, a sanctuary where she could listen to the whispers of her heart.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
The Sirens Didn’t Kill Them
People still tell it like it was simple. “They stopped their ears with wax,” the storytellers say, as if wax is a thing you find lying around on the shore like driftwood. As if it does not come from mouths and bodies and seasons. As if it does not have a smell that clings to your hands for days. As if it does not remember the warmth that made it soft.
By Flower InBloom8 months ago in Fiction
The Cairn Beside the Lake. Top Story - February 2026.
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
Red Lights. Content Warning.
The winter storm came on fast and hard. Luckily it was almost closing time, and it was a slow enough day that I could get the end-of-day cleanup done before locking the gate and heading out. Within the hour, you could barely see across the parking lot of the mall to the road beyond.
By Alicia Anspaugh8 months ago in Fiction
