Short Story
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah10 months ago in Fiction
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Fiction
The Room of Forgotten Lullabies
Half-open windows let in a dull grey light that had replaced the sun hours ago. The whole house felt suspended in a slow breath, as if holding itself together just long enough for someone to dare breaking the silence. I stood outside the old nursery, fingers brushing the wooden frame that still had dents where a tiny hand once knocked from the inside. Those knocks never reached me in time.
By Salman Writes10 months ago in Fiction
Discovering a Forgotten Room
Sabrina never paid attention to the architecture of the bed and breakfast when she’d purchased it with a loan from the Coven. It was the size she needed for her business and she was fully focused on the actual running of that business.
By Reb Kreyling10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 11
The river was quiet. Stereotypically too quiet. Her [Danger Sense] told her it was a lie, a soft but constant drumbeat in her head. Something lived there. Something claimed the river as theirs. Something kept a jungle of predators from its waters.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 10
Sara leaned against the base of the tree, the mist of spores from her robes glowing faintly in the dim morning light. She had been turning the numbers over in her mind since checking her status, trying to understand why her Mycorrhizal Network felt different, stronger, yet still limited. What determined its growth. Its abilities?
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 9
Sara stood in the cave, focusing as she called into being new robes to protect her. Her first robe had already been reabsorbed into her fungal network, leaving her only in a torn shirt and pants, fabric shredded from claws, stone, & fire. She shivered slightly in the damp air, but her focus was absolute.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)10 months ago in Fiction
The Price We Pay
The thing I always dreamed about, wished for, longed for, turned out to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. Unfortunately, I realized it too late. I don’t know how it happened, but in a split second I found myself standing in a church in front of the pulpit, trembling, sweat sliding down my spine.
By Amira's thoughts10 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Heart
No one knew how old the Great Oak was, or who had first discovered its secret. The tree stood at the heart of the woods, a gnarled giant with a hollow in its trunk so large a child could crawl inside. But it wasn't empty. It was a library. Not for books, but for feelings. They called it the Whispering Heart.
By Habibullah10 months ago in Fiction
