Fantasy

Off Into The Fog
A small pile of discarded soil shifted beneath his feet, one of the many that lay scattered like anthills around the mound of red soil upon which nothing would ever grow.
By Matthew J. Frommabout an hour ago in Fiction
Hyperdemic
Journal entry (1) May 16th, 2067—Albuquerque NM It has been one hundred and sixty-two days since chaos deprived humans of the right to societal advancements. Man is just beginning to adjust to this new detriment causing upheavals in life's delicate flow.
By Lamar Wigginsabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding: The Dance of the Sleeping Beauties
Aurora was cursed. The word flowed from her hand like a graceful river in a painting which, naturally, she also knew how to create. Cursed. She was cursed with Beauty, cursed with Grace, cursed with Talent, cursed with Sweetness, and – most importantly according to her parents – cursed to die. Or, rather, not die. Sleep, and then be awakened by True Love’s Kiss, so she was also cursed to loneliness it would seem until her curse took hold. And then, she would be awakened and the real curse would begin.
By Dionearia Redabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Little Snow-White
A Royal Wedding the proclamation decreed. The Cursed Prince – now King – Artair had returned at last, and he was to be married. All across the land people rejoiced the upcoming union and rushed to the shops to buy ribbons to decorate their homes or clothing in celebration. As the Prince and his new Consort were to tour the Kingdom on their way to the capital, people lined the streets to meet him and those who travelled with him. At each town and village, the Prince – although he was no doubt tired and wished to see his aging Uncle, his noble and kind regent, as soon as possible – recounted the tale of his being cursed, the woman who had helped to free him, and his future Consort, the one known as Little Snow-White.
By Dionearia Redabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Elm Pt.1. Content Warning.
Aurelia ran as fast as she could through the thick brush. If she didn’t slow she could get to the edge of the protected region and take her final leap to freedom - as well as her first step towards her revolution. Her ears were ringing in the same way the sun has a buzz about it on the hottest days. It was the elders doing, a weak attempt at emotional distraction. Physically it felt like she was running against the winds of a hurricane and none of it mattered. None of it was real. They couldn’t stop her from what she had her mind set to do, they could only disillusion her but her mind had never been more clear. Even the God’s have free will. She let out a thunderous laugh at the irony of it all.
By S.about 7 hours ago in Fiction
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day I once wondered how many waves reach the shore in a single day. It wasn’t a scientific question. I wasn’t standing there with a notebook or a stopwatch. I was just watching the sea do what it has always done, arriving and leaving, arriving and leaving, without hesitation or memory. After a while the mind starts to wander, and it landed on that thought. How many times does this happen while we are busy elsewhere.
By Marie381Uk about 13 hours ago in Fiction
“What’s for dinner?”
5:47pm Tuesday. Three children in the living room, and the question… the eternal question echoes through the home: “What’s for dinner?”
By Sandor Szaboabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
A Body
Whitevalley was never known for anything special — and even less for anything exciting. It was mostly recognized for one thing: the sheer number of ravens that lived there. Perhaps that’s why its flag bore the image of a black bird.
By W. S. about 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Fifth Element -2 Potential
MEMO STAMP: For Sony Pictures internal circulation only DATE: February 5, 2026 TO: Maurizio Vitale, EVP, Worldwide Marketing & Brand Strategy
By Lana V Lynxa day ago in Fiction
The Mystic Underground
White Tree scrambled as fast as he could down Stone Street. The fog clung soberly over the late night in Manhattan, disturbed mainly by his thumping footsteps.
By Gabriel Shamesa day ago in Fiction
The Breaking of a Union
Hephaestus had never been especially lucky with love. So, watching Aphrodite and Ares squirm in the net he’d made to catch them cheating didn’t particularly surprise or anger him. He crossed his arms and stared at them as they blindly groped for a way out. Finally, Aphrodite’s eyes lifted and met his. She scowled at him and lifted her chin defiantly. The irate spark in her gorgeous gray eyes made his heart leap despite himself.
By Morey Guntza day ago in Fiction
Travis Kelce Jokes Taylor Swift Is "Gonna Kill Me" During Viral "New Heights" Podcast Mishap
The romance between the Kansas City Chiefs tight end and the global pop sensation has been nothing short of a fairytale. As the couple reportedly prepares for their wedding, they have managed to keep the intimate details of their life largely private. However, during a February 3 segment of the hit podcast New Heights, Travis Kelce accidentally offered Swifties and football fans alike a rare, chaotic glimpse into their dynamic—specifically, how much he fears a scolding from his fiancée.
By Ann D. Burcha day ago in Fiction