Fantasy
Alistair and the Duchess
The clock tower’s mournful echoes slid across the silence of night. Alistair Bumbury was going to be late. An icy wind brushed up behind him, chilling his neck beneath the collar of his overcoat. He hunched his shoulders, pressing forward into the misty gloom of evening. Why did it have to be tonight of all nights? He was caught in a puzzle of possibilities, and no solution seemed remotely viable. And yet, here he was. The sole remaining scholar in Westinster and, if the Duchess had her way, he was likely to be the last.
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
The Skaft Sprunga Hotel
My name’s Jimmy Stark, and I like to work. Except today. I was working at Skaft Sprunga Hotel, and usually I was checking guests in to their rooms and telling the bellhop where to bring their luggage. but instead of packaging goods like the others, I was hanging out with someone. It was a girl who I thought was cool, someone special. She had Asperger's, just like me, and we were both working at the hotel together.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Selena
I locked the front door of the office building and stepped out into the hardening mud of what looked like a street. Between the new constructions and the already densely-built, half-empty blocks, the yards of the last few remaining houses in the neighborhood were huddled like islands. Dogs could be heard barking in the distance. I looked at my phone - 20:22.. Damn! I'm probably the last one closing up again. By the time I get home it will be dawn, and naturally there will be no parking spaces left.
By Bozhan Bozhkov3 years ago in Fiction
The Timekeeper's Chronicles
In a quaint, forgotten corner of a bustling city stood an unassuming clock shop, "Thymeless Timepieces," run by a mysterious and eccentric horologist named Enoch Thistle. While the rest of the world chased after the future, Enoch, an enigmatic man with a flowing white beard, was fixated on the past. His shop was a repository of antique clocks, each with its own unique tale.
By Shalom Odion3 years ago in Fiction
A Second Life for Death
“Here’s the thing,” said God. She shuffled a few of the gleaming tablets on her desk. “You’ve been with us for, what? Around 200,000 years? And no one is saying that you haven’t been loyal, that your performance and peer reviews aren’t spectacular. You’ve always been on time, never called in sick once, not even during the flood or any of the plagues.”
By P. D. Murray3 years ago in Fiction
Thorn's Last Stand
The white dragon swooped down to the cave etched into the mountain. As he landed on the ledge, his body disappeared, replaced by the figure of a young man with scaly white wings. He approached the pedestal in the center of the cave, opening the satchel hanging from his shoulder and taking out an onyx egg.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
Eclipse of the Mind
The city of Veridium rested beneath a sprawling sky, a playground for the curious minds that wandered its intricate streets and sought the hidden wonders that eluded conventional perception. Nestled between the towering cliffs of the Jade Mountains, it was a place where science and mysticism intertwined, where the inexplicable was commonplace.
By Ivan Aquino3 years ago in Fiction
The Chrono-Guardian. Content Warning.
In a not-so-distant future, humanity has unlocked the secrets of time travel, a breakthrough that revolutionized civilization. However, it also brought forth the need for safeguarding the integrity of the time stream. The "Chrono-Guardians," an elite organization, emerged to shoulder this immense responsibility.
By Mahin Bin Majid3 years ago in Fiction
