Fantasy

The corpse King rises and begins to hoard billions of flesh
"Steak, I only eat 0.1 points cooked, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning on the cow, you can start to eat" - Lin Dong
By 蟹蟹3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Mermaid from Hell. Content Warning.
In the deepest, darkest corner of the ocean, there lived a happy, beautiful and young mermaid named Ariel. Ariel was famous for her enchanting voice and her insatiable curiosity about the world beyond the sea. Ariel's heart was captivated by tales of the human realm, and she longed to explore it. She was just your typical friendly mermaid, thinking happy thoughts all day and having childish crushes on various mermaids and sailors she’d meet along the way.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of Crow and Mourning Dove
In the first epoch of Land and Sky, Crow and Mourning Dove were quite different. They were, in fact, the same bird. This bird had grey feathers that shone silver in the sunlight and ferrous in the moonlight. With a wingspan spanning six feet or so, he was the size of a Triassic eagle. This bird’s name was Horith.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
The Origin of Maple Syrup
In her drafty log cabin, Elanor set up all the ingredients she remembered her mother would need for her favorite treat- just butter, some sea salt, and a whole bucketful of maple syrup. On such a chilly evening, Elanor reminisced about how her mother loved to bake in snowy weather. She gently rested her thoughts in the back of her mind while she poured the sap from the metal container into a large stew pot lofted above the fire and watched as steam began to drift up from the surface. The familiar scent of maple wafted from its perch above the flame, and she knew she'd have about half an hour before the boiling candy was ready for stirring and cooling. Her younger sister Lacey was too little to help, and she was far too preoccupied playing with her doll on the floor, anyway.
By Harbor Cecille3 years ago in Fiction
The Origin of Our Souls
Papá always promised me that one day, when I was old enough, I would come to understand my role in the heavens. Until then, he curbed my curiosity wisely, distracting me with fairytales of the worlds that existed far below our celestial kingdom.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
Blind to the Sky
(Be warned: the image at the very bottom is a tad spooky. Scroll with caution.) Mama had called for the kids to come home for lunch twice already and it was time to fetch them herself. She wasn't angry. It was no wonder they would want to soak up every moment of this fabulous summer day. The air was warmed by a gleaming sun and gently agitated by a mild breeze. That breeze carried to her ears the squeals and giggles of her three boys rolling and tussling in the field.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
Men's Monster
My therapist used to tell me I was retelling my abuse over and over in my writing. That I was analyzing the plight I faced with myself and with my father from a million different 'what ifs'. Perhaps I was. Perhaps I am. It's funny how trauma imprints so hard on you that you can trace its footsteps back to your childhood. When I was a kid, I invented reasons for it. I fancied that surely if he was a monster, it was because there was monster blood deep within him. Now, as an adult, I understand that abuse does run through families in a viscous cycle, not unlike the monster blood I envisioned. So here is the story a nine year old girl told herself for why men did evil things to people.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
The Night Stalker. Content Warning.
Here is a chilling African legend that investigates the mythical history of a strange animal known as the Night Stalker: Some time in the past, in the core of the African wild, a town lived together as one with the land and its supernatural spirits. They applauded the sun for its glow and the moon for its directing light. In any case, as night fell, dread held their hearts, for it was said that a vindictive soul meandered the haziness — the Night Stalker.
By Raymond3 years ago in Fiction
The Three Swans of Time
Long ago, when I was a beautiful, young empress of the heavens, I made the unfortunate mistake of falling in love with the moon. So grave were the repercussions of our affair that I was condemned to fly with the three swans of time. As a subsequent consequence, humanity - to which I grant life - was forever cursed with the inability to appreciate the present moment. This is the story of how this all came to be.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
Why we do not remember dreams
The lecturer continued to speak in a monotonous drone in the darkened room. A cold winter’s day meant the heating was up higher than usual, adding to the compulsion to sleep. Isaac could not keep his eyes open any longer. He forgot to buy a coffee or water to see him through. His blinks lengthened and became microsleeps, and he no longer made notes on his lecture pad.
By Jimmy Twin3 years ago in Fiction
Starlight, Ch. 3
For the entire day, it has been nothing but ‘Iriline, defensive spell, now,’ ‘Iriline, enchant our blades before we use them on you,’ and a little bit of ‘Iriline, get your magical butt over her now,’. This castle had no respect for me.
By Meaghan Priest3 years ago in Fiction
The Origin of Dreams
In a time when the world was still in its infancy, humankind could only see curtains of ebony darkness in its sleep. One glittering, indigo evening, the moon - who had always aspired to be radiant and majestic, just like the sun - decided to make a rather bold declaration to her companions, the stars.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction