Fantasy

The Grim Reaper: The History of Death's Iconic Harbinger
The Grim Reaper, an iconic and haunting figure that personifies death, has been a fixture of human imagination and cultural representation for centuries. Cloaked in darkness and wielding a scythe, this enigmatic harbinger of mortality has captured the human psyche and served as a symbolic reminder of life's inevitable end. The origins and evolution of the Grim Reaper reveal fascinating insights into our collective understanding of mortality, cultural beliefs, and the human quest to confront the mysteries of death.
By Kobra3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventure of 5 Children Looking for Treasure
In a small village surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, lived five courageous young friends: Mia, Rizki, Dani, Lila, and Faris. They held a determination to uncover the legendary lost treasure that had been rumored to vanish for centuries. This treasure was said to hold immeasurable wealth and incredible magical powers.
By Marbar3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Goddess
Author's pre preface: According to Vocal my account is no longer flagged. Hopefully the story publishes this time. We shall see.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Eclipse: A Glint of Sunlight
In the enigmatic realm of Umbrar, perpetual darkness reigns, casting an everlasting eclipse over the land. The solar graces the sky for an insignificant hour each century, a fleeting glimmer amidst the shadows. But, within this shrouded world, a symphony of feelings and targets unfolds—a tale of strength, love, and the unquenchable longing for mild.
By hussin fekry3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Skyweaver
In the land of Aetheria, where the sky stretches endlessly above and vast floating islands dot the horizon, there exists a legend known as the "Chronicles of the Skyweaver." It is said that once in every generation, a chosen one is born with the ability to weave and control the very fabric of the sky itself.
By Shelby Felices3 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Spine Collective:
Snowest White or Snow as she would often be called—was always very smart and a rather beautiful young lady— adored by her friends, family and most importantly by her father. This was a feeling not shared by her father’s latest admirer a woman we shall call Tabitha, Snow’s step-mother. Snow never understood what her father saw in this woman or what the rush was for them to get married so quickly.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
The ghost who kidnaps women
It was in a big city in the United States, there was a criminal named "Ghost" who was kidnapping beautiful women and hiding with them in an unknown place. The police have been working to find him, but he is not showing up where they think he is.
By ABDO3 years ago in Fiction
Pandoras box
Curiosity: a blessing, or a curse? The paradoxical nature of this trait was personified for the ancient Greeks in the mythical figure of Pandora. According to legend, she was the first mortal woman, whose blazing curiosity set a chain of earth-shattering events in motion.
By ALICE WAMBETI3 years ago in Fiction
The myth of hades
Every year before the ancient Greeks sowed their seeds of grain, they celebrated Demeter, the goddess of agriculture. On Earth, each morsel of food was sweet sustenance, while in the land of the dead, it ensured a permanent stay.
By ALICE WAMBETI3 years ago in Fiction
SHADOWS OF DECEPTION
In the dimly lit alleys and smoke-filled backrooms of a sprawling city named Veridian, a notorious criminal empire known as the Crimson Syndicate cast its sinister shadow. Led by the enigmatic Don Salvatore "Scarlet" Bianchi, the Syndicate ruled with an iron grip, orchestrating illegal operations that ranged from smuggling and extortion to underground gambling and drug trafficking.
By Alishba Humair3 years ago in Fiction
When Winds Change
There was something different about today. Jeremiah could smell it on the wind. Its buttery soft warmth floating in cascading swirls. Warm but also clean as morning dew, rising like glittering smoke, up, up, up, into his tower tossing his golden locks playfully. It smelled fresh, the promise of an adventure tickling at his nose, he breathed deeply. From his window, Jeremiah’s whole world consisted of that which he could see. From the golden meadow down below painted with a rainbow of wildflowers to the trickling clear stream around the tower’s base, to the misty mountains in the distance, it was his, and this was his golden hour. When dawn breaks and the world yawns in sleepy contentedness, rubbing its eyes at a glorious dream, it stretches and breathes. Deep in his core, Jeremiah knew with perfect certainty as if it was something he had always known. He was ready. Today was the day he told himself. Today, I will leave this tower and my life will finally begin.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Or So They Say: Chapter 1
The men got closer and closer as the panicky miller banged frantically on the door of the castle. His heartbeat pelted harshly in his ears, only interrupted by the impending racket of steel chains and curse words. The miller pounded harder. He had not bothered to pray before but found himself mumbling pleas for his life. His pursuers were unrelenting, seemingly charged by their vicious desire to reach him.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction