Fantasy

The Library That Ate Time
Birthdays. The annual forced march towards the grave, punctuated by awkward greetings and questionable cake choices. Mine, however, come with a unique little flavor: a yearly seventeen-minute vacation from consciousness. My brain's way of saying, "Nope, not dealing with another year of this." While the normies get balloons and heartfelt (read: generic) cards, I get a temporary flirtation with the void and the persistent suspicion that my existence is some cosmic sitcom I didn't audition for.
By Gugulethu Msomi9 months ago in Chapters
The Order of the Silver Dragons
The archipelago of Agarthia had long seen conflict. If the western island of Chordia didn't have two nations fighting for land, then the eastern island of Bolchia did.
By Britain Modean9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Brussels was a world away from Marlowe Bay. Cobblestone streets and Gothic architecture replaced sandy paths and wooden piers. The salty tang of the sea was traded for the scent of roasted coffee and damp stone. And Ava, for the first time in her life, felt split down the middle.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
In Marlowe Bay, summer had its own rhythm: lazy mornings, sunny afternoons, and evenings when the air smelled of salt and hope. Ava had begun to fall into the beat of it, like a dance she hadn’t realized she was learning.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Marlowe Bay awoke with a golden yawn, the sun casting shimmering ripples across the water’s surface. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and distant. Ava watched the sunlight make patterns on the ceiling's wooden beams as she slept in Liam's bed. She had stayed the night, though they had simply talked and fallen asleep in one another’s arms. There was a calm between them now—a soft steadiness, like the tide pulling gently at the shore.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning brought an unusual chill to the seaside air. Mist hovered over the waves, softening the horizon. With a piping hot cup of tea in her hands, Ava stood at the railing of her porch. She watched as the fog slowly peeled away, revealing the sleepy outlines of fishing boats bobbing in the distance.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning, sunlight poured into the windows of Ava’s cottage, soft and golden, drying away the last trace of the storm. Tangled in sheets that had a faint scent of the sea and lavender, she slowly opened her eyes. There was a stillness to the air, the kind that only came after a night of rain—like the world had pressed a reset button.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The Marlowe Bay Summer Festival was a mosaic of light and sound that filled the heart of the sleepy town with vibrant energy. Lanterns dangled above the streets, glowing like fireflies as dusk fell. Laughter and the music of a local folk band playing on a temporary wooden stage mixed with laughter from every corner. Ava observed the celebrations as they progressed from the town square's edge. She wore a casual navy dress and a loose braid over her shoulder, her sandals tapping nervously against the pavement. She wasn’t sure why she had come. Maybe it was the lemonade promise. Maybe it was the look in Liam’s eyes earlier that day. Maybe it was the part of her that was tired of running.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Chapter 1: Waves of Change The sea breeze was different here. Ava Bennett stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs. She closed her eyes and listened. Waves crashed in the distance, seagulls called overhead, and the faint hum of a sleepy town morning hung in the air. It wasn’t just the landscape that felt new—it was the sense of possibility, of change.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 2
The Hall of Records stood half-buried in the cliffs east of Thalamar’s Reach, a place long removed from the path of pilgrims and faith. It loomed like a tomb carved into stone, its arches carved with forgotten prayers now worn smooth by time and wind. Ivy crawled across the facade in thick tendrils, strangling statues of saints whose faces had cracked and faded into grotesque masks. The great iron doors groaned on rusted hinges as Aric pushed them open, the sound echoing like a dirge through the cavernous dark.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
Red Seas
A stray, slashing cut caught Rue in the arm, breaking her focus. She drew her shortsword with more instinct than purpose, fending off her foe as her hold on the noxious spell over the crippled Bloodcrest became tremulous. The tussle was short, fueled with panic, and ended with her blade in his chest. Only then did she take a good look at him.
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Chapters
Trump meets Syrian president
The reported meeting between former U.S. President Donald Trump and Syrian President Ahmed al-Sharaa in Riyadh—if confirmed—would indeed mark a dramatic shift in U.S.-Syria relations and Middle Eastern geopolitics. However, several key aspects of this scenario raise questions about its plausibility and require careful analysis:
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Chapters