Short Story
A Story That Goes Beyond Distance: Timeless Love
The First Meeting, Part I Riyan was never one to fall in love right away. That was prior to meeting Aisha. Their paths crossed at the riverside park on a warm autumn afternoon. With delicate pencil strokes, Aisha, lost in her world of sketches, was capturing the sunset. Her scarf was blown into Riyan's feet by a sudden gust of wind. Their eyes met for the first time as he turned to hand it back after picking it up. As a result of Aisha's grin, time stopped. It wasn’t just her beauty that captivated him—it was the warmth in her eyes, the serenity in her presence. Their conversation began with a straightforward "thank you," but it soon turned into hours of shared dreams, laughter, and interminable tales. Chapter 2: Love Blossoms
By Robin Kanti Deyabout a year ago in Fiction
Here's to friendship
Jocelyn and Andrea met in high school. They were both on the basketball team in senior year, liked the same music, and shared a taste in boys. Derek was their main heartthrob. They’d both known him from ninth grade and, even before they’d met, both girls were doodling his name, and a selection of hearts, in their notebooks and binders.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Fiction
Luna and the Last Dragon Egg
Luna and the Last Dragon Egg A Magical Quest to Protect Hope, Discover Power, and Defy Darkness In the quiet village of Elderglen, nestled between misty forests and forgotten ruins, lived a shy girl named Luna. She spoke little, kept to herself, and often wandered the woods alone, drawn to the whisper of trees and the shimmer of moonlight. The village called her odd. But Luna didn’t mind. She felt the world held secrets—old ones—and one day, she would find them. One cool evening, while exploring a moss-covered cave near the mountains, Luna stumbled upon a soft glow behind a crumbled stone wall. Curious, she cleared away the rocks and gasped. There it was—a dragon egg. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Its shell shimmered with colors that changed as she moved—sapphire, gold, emerald—and it pulsed gently, like a heartbeat. She reached out. The moment her fingers touched the surface, warmth spread through her chest, and the cave filled with a soft hum. From that moment, Luna knew: this egg was alive. And it had chosen here. The Return of the Dark Sorcerers Long ago, dragons soared across the skies, guardians of balance and magic. But they vanished after the Shadow War when dark sorcerers hunted them for power. The egg Luna had found was the last of its kind. Word of the egg's discovery traveled fast—carried by wind, birds, and whispers. And not all who heard were kind. Three cloaked sorcerers—remnants of the ancient Shadow War—emerged from the mountains. They sought the egg for its power, and they would stop at nothing to claim it. One night, Luna’s home was set ablaze. The villagers blamed her. “You’ve brought danger upon us!” they cried. Frightened but determined, Luna wrapped the egg in her cloak and fled into the forest. The Journey Begins As Luna journeyed deeper into the wild lands, the egg began to glow brighter. It showed her visions—of dragons flying, of ancient spells, and of a hidden sanctuary where the last dragon could be born safely. But the path was perilous. She crossed rivers where spirits whispered in riddles, climbed mountains where ice howled like wolves, and wandered forests that changed shape as she walked. Along the way, she met Thorn, a scrappy boy with a wooden sword and a heart full of courage. He had run from the same sorcerers after they destroyed his home. At first, Luna hesitated to trust him. But the egg glowed warmly when he was near. Together, they became a team. The Awakening One night, as they camped by a crystal spring, the egg began to crack. Luna panicked. “It’s too soon!” Thorn placed a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe it’s ready.” The egg shimmered, and with a flash of light, it opened. Inside was a small, silver dragon—its wings like silk, its eyes glowing with ancient wisdom. It looked at Luna and let out a tiny roar. At that moment, Luna felt something awaken inside her. She heard the dragon’s thoughts. She could feel its magic. And when the trees rustled and the air darkened, she knew—they were no longer alone. The Final Battle The sorcerers found them in a canyon of stone. Their eyes burned red, and their spells turned the sky black. “You will hand over the creature,” hissed one, “or perish.” Luna stepped forward, trembling—but she was no longer the shy girl from Elderglen. She held the baby dragon close. “This dragon is not yours. Magic is not yours. You use it to destroy. I will use it to protect.” The sorcerers laughed. But Luna raised her hand, and light surged from her palm—silver and gold, ancient and powerful. The dragon roared, and a wave of magic exploded across the canyon. Thorn charged with his wooden sword, which glowed as if made of steel. Together, they fought not with violence, but with light, truth, and heart. The sorcerers, overwhelmed by the dragon’s purity and Luna’s awakening power, vanished into smoke. The darkness was gone. A New Dawn Luna returned to Elderglen, not as the shy girl in the shadows—but as a hero. The villagers welcomed her back with awe. The dragon perched on her shoulder, now growing each day. Thorn stayed by her side, forever loyal. They built a sanctuary beyond the village, where magical creatures could find peace again. Luna became its guardian—The Keeper of Hope. And every night, as the moon rose and the stars twinkled, the dragon would soar across the sky, reminding all who saw it that magic still lived, and it had chosen wisely. Moral of the Story Even the quietest hearts can carry the loudest courage. Sometimes, the world’s greatest magic begins in the hands of someone no one expected.
By Little Dream Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Battling the Tide
Another body drifted past, this one small enough to be a child. Em turned her face away from it. The railing brought no respite after all. It was rough under her palms, and the sea spray cold and fresh on her face. She had leaned into it for only a moment, to gather herself. Focusing on the feel of splintery, hastily-hewn wood against her hands helped her to ground herself. Gulping stinging lungfuls of the salty air was all that was stopping the waves of nausea that threatened to engulf her.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Fare. AI-Generated.
It was nearly midnight when Amir pulled his taxi up to the curb on the outskirts of the city. The streets were empty, the kind of quiet that made the hair on your neck stand. He was five minutes from calling it a night when a woman stepped from the shadows, arm raised, eyes hollow.
By Sunjid Alamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
