Fantasy
Fool's errand. Content Warning.
"He wants you." The Lord Chancellor interrupted my reverie, while I was tearing into my pork chop. I'd been hankering for one all evening at the banquet but, due to having to caper about amusing everyone, bells jingling, riddle-making and pulling faces behind people's backs, only now enjoying one. Jesting sounds easy, doesn't it? But it's hard work. And hungry work.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Worlds Collide: The MCU-DCEU Crossover
Chapter 1: A Rift in Reality The world had never seen a day like this. As the sun dipped below the horizon, a shimmering rift tore through the fabric of reality itself, casting an eerie, multicolored glow over New York City. It was a phenomenon that defied explanation, one that left scientists, sorcerers, and superheroes alike bewildered.
By ziyad ahmed3 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Key.
In a small coastal town called Serenity Cove, where the salt-kissed breeze whispered secrets to the waves, there lived a woman named Eleanor. She was known by everyone for her unwavering devotion to her late husband, Samuel, a sailor lost at sea many years ago. Eleanor's life had been marked by sorrow and solitude, her heart forever aching for the love she had lost.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.3 years ago in Fiction
"Cosmic Kinship: Humanity's Encounter with Extraterrestrial Friends"
On a seemingly ordinary summer day, the world witnessed a completely unexpected and extraordinary event: the arrival of aliens on Earth. With a glittering fleet of spaceships floating quietly in the sky, these visitors from outer space immediately captured the attention of the entire planet.
By Marius Doni3 years ago in Fiction
A.G.N.E.S.
Her tiny frame was balanced precisely on the edge of the diving board as she looked down at the surface of the ocean. She appeared to be mesmerized by the slow and gentle waves of water that were passing far beneath her, before they slapped against the floating platform. She looked like a fragile child that should be playing in a plastic pool while her parents watched over her. The shimmery, sleek pink swimming gear and oversized flippers added to the adoration. She left people holding their breath, wondering where her arm floaties went missing.
By Chelas Montanye3 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel
Have you ever found yourself daydreaming about the possibility of traveling through time? I know I have! Perhaps you've imagined going back in time to witness historical events firsthand, or maybe you've fantasized about venturing into the future to see how the world will evolve. Time travel has long been a staple of science fiction, with countless books and movies exploring the potential benefits and dangers of such a power. But is time travel actually possible? And if so, what would we need to do to make it a reality?
By Sweet, Sour, Bitter3 years ago in Fiction
Lest We Forget
We open our story today in a town, specifically the town of Dunnald. This town, like many others, had a road. It actually had several roads, but only one of them is important to us, or anyone else really. If it didn’t maintain a trade road, this town would be utterly useless, and likely wouldn’t exist. But I digress. So, we were talking about the road. And this road had several rather interesting locations on it, but for our purposes we are going to focus on one of the taverns. Bars? I don’t know, the difference seems largely pedantic. All I know about this place is they have food, they have liquor, and they have rooms for the night. Do with that information what you will. Anyhow, moving right along, this tavern-ish place called itself the Blind Frog, and for a gold coin the owner would tell you the story behind the name. But that isn’t this story. This story is set inside the Blind Frog, on the main trade road, in the town of Dunnald.
By FFR Stories3 years ago in Fiction
Primordial Magic: Cells for Spells
It was under the old Avaluschia tree 500 steps from the edge of the village where Tommen always told Skavver all the most important things. It was where Tommen told Skavver that his mother was dying. Skavver cried. Tommen cried too. It was the first and only time Skavver ever saw his father cry.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Love and sacrifice
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young couple named Amelia and Benjamin. Their love was the stuff of legends, whispered about by the villagers as they marveled at their unwavering devotion. Amelia was a talented artist, her brushstrokes capturing the essence of life's beauty, while Benjamin was a skilled musician, his melodies weaving tales of joy and sorrow. One fateful day, tragedy struck the village. A terrible drought plagued the land, withering crops and leaving the villagers in despair. The village elder declared that a sacrifice must be made to appease the gods and bring rain to their parched fields. The villagers were torn, for they knew that the sacrifice would be a person chosen by lottery. Amelia and Benjamin, their hearts heavy with love for their community, decided to take matters into their own hands. They approached the village elder and offered themselves as the sacrifice, believing that their love was strong enough to save their village. The elder, moved by their selflessness, reluctantly agreed. As the day of sacrifice approached, the villagers gathered in the town square, their eyes filled with tears for the couple they held dear. Amelia and Benjamin stood hand in hand, their love radiating like a beacon of hope. The villagers watched in awe as the couple embraced, whispering words of love and encouragement to one another. Just as the sun began to set, a gentle rain began to fall. The villagers rejoiced, their spirits lifted by the sight of the long-awaited raindrops. But their joy was short-lived, for they soon realized that Amelia and Benjamin were nowhere to be found. Unbeknownst to the villagers, the couple had made a pact. They had decided that if their sacrifice brought rain, they would escape together and start a new life far away from the village. They had chosen love over duty, believing that their love could create miracles. As the days turned into weeks, the villagers anxiously awaited the outcome of the couple's sacrifice. The sun beat down relentlessly, and the crops withered away, leaving the land barren and desolate. Doubt began to creep into the minds of the villagers, questioning whether their faith in the couple's love was misplaced. But just when hope seemed lost, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a gentle breeze whispered through the village. The first droplets of rain fell, slowly at first, then turning into a torrential downpour. The villagers rejoiced, their faces beaming with gratitude and relief. They knew in their hearts that it was the couple's unwavering love that had brought this much-needed rain, rejuvenating their land and their spirits. Amelia and Benjamin found themselves in a distant land, where they built a humble cottage by the sea. They spent their days creating art and music, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. They knew they had made the right choice, for their sacrifice had not only saved their village but had also given them a chance at a life filled with love and happiness. Years later, a weary traveler stumbled upon the village that had once been plagued by drought. He marveled at the lush fields and the laughter that filled the air. Curiosity led him to the village elder, who shared the tale of Amelia and Benjamin's sacrifice. The traveler, moved by their story, set out to find the couple and share the news of their village's prosperity. After a long journey, he arrived at the cottage by the sea. Amelia and Benjamin, now old and gray, welcomed him with open arms, their eyes filled with tears of joy. The couple listened intently as the traveler recounted the tale of their village's revival. They held each other tightly, grateful for the love that had guided them on their journey. They knew that their sacrifice had not been in vain, for it had not only saved their village but had also brought them a lifetime of love and fulfillment. And so, the tale of Amelia and Benjamin's love and sacrifice lived on, inspiring generations to choose love over duty, and reminding them that sometimes, the greatest miracles are born from the depths of the heart.
By Alexander Junior3 years ago in Fiction
Missing Pieces
I stared at the sock sticking to the bottom of the washer and sighed. Looks like I’m going in after it. Being only 5’2’’ meant I had to hoist myself into the washer head first, waist bone digging into the edge of the machine and feet dangling inches above the floor. I stretched my arm, reaching for the sock. At the exact moment that my hand grasped the damp cotton, I felt a tug and I was falling.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Fiction
