Fantasy
The Celestial Harpist. Content Warning.
In the heart of a vast, enchanted forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets and sunlight filtered through the leaves like golden rain, there lived a mysterious figure known as the Celestial Harpist. With hair as dark as the midnight sky and eyes that shimmered like distant stars, the Harpist possessed an ethereal aura that captivated all who encountered her.
By Pedro Alves3 years ago in Fiction
Why Does Time Move Forward?
Once, in a very damp and dreary place, resembling a cave, hidden away, a decrepit man lived alone. His bones were so fragile, they could crumble at any moment. His teeth, brittle like chalk. His clothes clinging to him, as if they moulded part of his skin. This old man did not live, for he hadn’t been properly born. How could he when the concept of time did not exist yet?
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
The Phoenix's Gift. Content Warning.
In a realm beyond time and space, where the stars danced in a breathtaking symphony of light, there lived a majestic creature known as the Phoenix. With feathers of vibrant red, orange, and gold that shimmered like the embers of a divine fire, the Phoenix was a symbol of eternity and resurrection. Its song could heal the deepest wounds and fill the hearts of all who heard it with hope and courage.
By Pedro Alves3 years ago in Fiction
Hansel and Gretel and Hansel and Gretel
PART THE FIRST, OF TWO PARTS Twice upon a time, a poor woodcutter's first of two wives had two sets of identical twins. First came Hansel and Hansel. One Hansel was named after the poor woodcutter's father, Hansel; the other Hansel was named after the poor woodcutter's grandfather, Hansel.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Infinite Sea
Pooja leaned against a tarnished railing aboard a ferry, watching ocean waves curl into themselves. Close to her chest, she held a pewter urn containing her mother's cremated remains. She breathed deeply, the taste of brine caking her tongue like damp ash. The midday sun reflected in droplets that quavered on the balusters, then trickled down like little rivulets, only to reappear from the periodic spray of waves breaking against the prow. Other ferry-goers chattered around her, though Pooja was only vaguely aware of them. Her thoughts were on the last conversation she had with her mother. All this time out on the ocean, chasing fish —
By MD SHAQUIB REZA3 years ago in Fiction
The Veil of Immortality (Chapter 8)
The passage of centuries had bestowed upon Arthur a wealth beyond measure—wealth that extended far beyond mere material possessions. His ventures in business and trade had flourished, turning him into a reclusive yet influential figure of the modern world. He owned sprawling estates, businesses, and companies, orchestrating his empire from the shadows.
By Henry Berg3 years ago in Fiction
The Veil of Immortality (Chapter 7)
The years had swept by like an ethereal breeze, leaving behind a trail of fading memories and a life of secrecy. After successfully faking his death, Arthur embraced his new identity as his own son and used the inheritance to purchase a private estate—a secluded house hidden from the world's prying eyes. In this sanctuary of shadows, he crafted a life far removed from the one he once knew.
By Henry Berg3 years ago in Fiction
The Veil of Immortality (Chapter 6)
As the stolen life force continued to rejuvenate his body, Arthur's appearance underwent a remarkable transformation. The passage of time seemed to reverse, and he felt an exuberance he hadn't experienced in years. Yet, he knew he had to be cautious—such an extraordinary change would undoubtedly raise suspicions among the other residents of the nursing home.
By Henry Berg3 years ago in Fiction
The Veil of Immortality (Chapter 5)
Arthur's mind buzzed with his newfound revelation—a way to attain life force without the burden of guilt. He believed that by taking the vitality from those whom society deemed irredeemable, he could justify the act as a means of retribution. In his mind, he would be serving justice by depriving criminals of the life force they didn't deserve.
By Henry Berg3 years ago in Fiction
