Fantasy
The Midnight Circus: A Dance of Shadows
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village tucked away between sloping hills and a glistening lake, the advent of a strange circus filled the locals with excitement and awe. The circus, called "The Midnight Circus," sprung up out of nowhere, its tall, pitch-black tents enveloping the scene in a cloak of mystery. The villagers watched in awe as odd and beautiful performances took place in the silver moonlight.
By Ahsan Bashir3 years ago in Fiction
Time's Enigma: The Clockmaker's Journey . Content Warning.
Oliver, a young orphan, found himself seeking safety at the shop of an eccentric clockmaker in the center of the expansive metropolis known as NeoVale, a steampunk city where gears spun endlessly and steam hissed through the winding passageways. Oliver was adopted by the kind-hearted Master Horace, who took him in despite the boy's lack of recollection for his parents or background. The man saw the boy's promise and hired him as his apprentice. Neither of them had any idea that their lives would soon take an astonishing turn.
By Ahsan Bashir3 years ago in Fiction
Erebos' Mischievous Creation
Erebos' Mischievous Creation: The Fabled Origin of Roaches In the ancient times of Mount Olympus, when gods and goddesses reigned over the mortal world, there lived a mischievous deity named Erebos. He was known for his cunning nature and fondness for playing tricks on both mortals and fellow gods. Erebos took delight in causing chaos and confusion, often sowing discord among the divine beings. He was drawn to the shadows and dark corners of the mortal realm, unlike the shimmering halls and grandeur of Mount Olympus and the gods. Erebos often found himself observing the fascinating intricacies of the natural world often being amazed by the resilience of humans to survive different disasters and battles knowing that Ares would sometimes force them into meaningless wars for his own amusement. Erebos enjoyed observing the mortals prepare for these meaningless wars. Never letting fear stop them all the time knowing the underworld would be waiting for them should they fall at the hands of another.
By Dennis Thomas IV3 years ago in Fiction
Love Next Door:
Once upon a time, in a tiny little city, there lived two souls, Sara and Ivan. Sara was a lively and compassionate young woman, while Ivan was a reserved and reflective artist. They had known each other since childhood, growing up as next-door neighbors. Their houses were separated by a white sentry hedge, and they would frequently meet at this hedge, drooling about their dreams and wishes. As they entered adulthood, an implied connection began to blossom between them. They could smell each other's feelings without saying a word.
By Amol Pathak3 years ago in Fiction
Red Shift
I was sulking over a glass of whiskey when a man burst into the tavern. “Help! Rats, Lacanaille has rats!” His screeching forced me to look at him. He was scrawny, though not merely skin and bones. His hair, colored light as straw, was as full and fluffed. His clothes were a deep blue without any other sign of wear. He certainly was not a poor man, so I found it worth my time to listen.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
The Emberstream's Gift: why blood is red?
In the dawn of time, when the world was still young and the veil between the mortal realm and the divine was thin, the lands were blessed by a mystical river known as the Emberstream. Its waters shimmered like liquid flames, flowing gracefully through the heart of the ancient forest. The river's beauty and enchanting hues were a testament to the magical energies that flowed within it, and it was said that those who drank from its sacred waters would be granted blessings beyond imagination.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
"The Weaving of Ages: A Tale of Mortal Curiosity"
In the ancient days, when the universe was a lively tapestry, it was the Fates who held the power. Three ethereal beings, imbued with wisdom and might, shaped the very essence of existence. Clotho, the master spinner, deftly spun the threads of life with her golden spindle. Lachesis, the discerning measurer, determined the length of each mortal's journey. And Atropos, the solemn cutter, held the shears that brought life to its inevitable end. Harmoniously, they upheld the delicate balance of all that was.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Treasure of Wisdom
In a small village nestled between rolling hills, lived Samuel, a wise and kind old man. Among his many captivating stories, one tale enchanted his grandchild, Alex, like no other. This story ignited a spark in young Alex's heart, inspiring him to dream of a prosperous future.
By Titto Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Sacrifice (Prologue)
If this capital guard caught him, a torturous death would be the punishment for his crime. A death more brutal than any other guard would even contemplate. He ran. He couldn’t do anything else. There would be no mercy. His beliefs would be his end. Beliefs he thought he’d defend to his death, he would now surrender for life. He kept running, looking over his shoulder through the trees with every other stride. The Scorpion was there, somewhere, he knew it. The quiet woodland was merely a false pretence. He needed to escape. Escape the Scorpion, escape the Diamond Isle. His crime made him a sea sinner, and it could cost him his life.
By Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)3 years ago in Fiction
