Fantasy

A little girl in the Moon
A long time ago in Karinji Jambi, there was a little girl living with her family. The little girl lived with a father, mother, brother, grandfather, and grandmother.
By devi aria3 years ago in Fiction
The Passing of the Cup
Many eons ago in a distant far-off place, known to the modern-day tongue as the heavenly realm, dwelt a republic of numinous noblemen and women of priestly, knightly, and kingly appellations. The splendor of this ethereal sphere is one only those who dwelt therein could perceive in totality its rich and lustrous nature. Within this realm much feasting, peace, and harmony abided, for there was an overabundance of plenty. The mornings were spent in solitude, as all were sublimely whole and content within themselves. The afternoons were spent round table feasting together as one people, for none hungered to snare the other. The evenings were filled with much dancing, singing, and jubilee as a people united under the blaze of good will and kinship; and the nights, oh the nights, they were filled with a deep divine sovereign pleasure that burned throughout the eventide and smoldered to ash at daybreak. The incongruous beauty of this range possessed an everlastingness that extended to the width and depth of its range, which seemed to all endless.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
Mother Earth
Once upon a time, long ago, on a planet called Earth, there was a woman jaunting along a dirt patch road. As she sauntered down the road, a cool breeze swept through the trees and ruffled and scrunched the leaves, tousled the coils of her hair, and gently lifted the fragrance of the spring blooms to the air. She paused as the current of the wind encircled her entire body and took in the sweet dewy fragrance of the posies and the earthy musk of the leaves, and then continued on her journey. She came to a pampas grass field and ventured deep into its plain, ever while taking in the softness of the plant's tendrils as they brushed against her skin.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt for the Chimera
In the heart of ancient Greece, where myths and legends mingled with the tangible world, I found myself on a quest like no other. My name is Aelius, and my destiny intertwined with that of a monstrous creature—the Chimera.
By Haris Kamran3 years ago in Fiction
HOGWARTS: THE SCHOOL OF WIZARDRY
In the dead of night, an enchanting sight unfolds before you—an ethereal snowy owl perched outside your window, delivering an enigmatic letter. The mere thought of a Hogwarts acceptance letter fills your heart with excitement. Yet, as you unseal it and start to read, you realize it holds an unexpected twist.
By Jeremiah “Jeremy” SEAL3 years ago in Fiction
Runemaster 4
(Click HERE to read the previous chapter in this series) Aden awoke to find himself crying, the final words of his dream making him apprehensive about his new calling, if he could call it that. He'd wanted to live his best life this time around, to stay healthy and to do some good in this new world. But fighting against a cunning god of death to restore the balance of the entire world was far more than he'd signed up for.
By Mark Stone3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart on the Train. Top Story - October 2023.
It all started when I was sitting next to a man in a blue uniform wearing gloves and a face mask on a train. He was holding a medium sized ice box, white on top and blue on the bottom.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Craft a vivid, magical world
In the realm of Cybersylva, where iridescent forests of luminescent trees sway in a perpetual twilight, lies the heart of digital enchantment: the Glade of Algothia. Here, amidst the delicate hum of crystalline streams and the gentle glow of floating orbs, Keeper, the ingenious tax software, holds sway.
By Things To Make ✨ AI TOOLS3 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Gardeners
In the village of Willowbrook, nestled between ancient oaks and moss-covered stones, there thrived a legend whispered only in the still of night. It was a tale of mystique and wonder, of a secret known to a chosen few. They were called the Midnight Gardeners, keepers of an enchanted garden that bloomed under the shroud of moonlight.
By S.m. Tanjil3 years ago in Fiction
The Sweetest Sorrow
The storm had raged through the city all day. It’s wrath lashing the streets and the unfortunates who ventured out. Long into the night the rain tried in vain to wash the filth from the Old Home Diner. Sat on the corner of fifth and main, the scruffy building was the only reminder of the area’s history. Now surrounded by glass skyscrapers as a testament to the neighbourhood’s rebirth, the rickety building stuck out like a middle finger to progress.
By S A Thurtle3 years ago in Fiction
To Return Home Again
It’s the hundreds of ribbons and bows tied to the Blarian tree that serves as my motivation to leave once more. I sit on a nearby crate of supplies: ropes, pitons, mess kits, spare daggers, crossbows, and ammunition that’s prepared to be loaded on an airship. I’ve looked through our cargo about a dozen times by this point, so any longer would be pointless. It would be worthwhile to trust the others to load everything correctly for our mission.
By Kadence3 years ago in Fiction
Sorcerer's Duel
The wind gently tossed my hair as I stepped through the lush grass, each blade bending against my bare feet as they struck the earth. It was finally here, the day of the Duel. I had initiated it, of course, but there was still a pit in my stomach. I had to decide if I was going to kill someone today.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Fiction