Fantasy
Drac and Lizzie goes to the Prom
"SOOOOO! 'Young' Drac, we have both - again - graduated high school in Transylvania, Romania in 1666. Oops! I mean 2066. Well, actually, the year doesn't really matter much. Frankly, any old year will suffice, since we have been alive for many centuries and graduated many, many high schools together".
By Antoni De'Leon17 days ago in Fiction
The Magical Flower of the East: Gul‑e‑Bakauli
Long ago, in the eastern lands, there ruled a king named Badshah Zain‑ul‑Malook. He was as handsome as the full moon, famous for justice, bravery, generosity, and wisdom. In all his kingdom, there was no ruler like him.
By Taimur Kazmi18 days ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels
Akarisa stared up at the night sky, her arms tucked behind her head as she listened to the soft music drifting from the band’s practice room. She took in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow exhale, savoring the taste of the fall air on her tongue. Her eyes drifted closed as she tried to remember what fall in the sunlight had been like, before the Betrayal. Before her people, the Ayniel, guardian “angels” of humanity, had been forced into hiding.
By Phoenixica2418 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Thought I Was Strong — Here’s What They Didn’t See
Everyone Thought I Was Strong. They said it was a fact, not an opinion. As if strength was something visible, measurable — something you could verify by looking at me. I kept a job. I showed up on time. I laughed at jokes. I listened when people talked. I didn’t stand out in public.
By Echoes of Life18 days ago in Fiction
My Husband Died Twice—Once in the Hospital, Once in Our Bedroom
The first time my husband died, there were machines all around him. They spoke softly, rhythmically, as if they were trying to convince everyone in the room that life was still going on. The doctor spoke in careful sentences, the nurses avoided my eyes, and I stood there holding his hand, waiting for something to change.
By Echoes of Life18 days ago in Fiction
The Lone Mouse
A lone mouse scurries through a vast, desolate desert landscape under an awakening twilight sky. The sand dunes are sculpted by wind into abstract, flowing forms. In the distance, the silhouette of a broken, geometric structure hints at an ancient civilization. There is a dramatic contrast of chiaroscuro lighting, emphasizing deep shadows and stark highlights... a highly detailed concept art style.
By Novel Allen18 days ago in Fiction
A Heart Worth Saving
Dawn had always suspected her heart was dangerous. Not metaphorically, though she’d had her share of heartbreak, but literally. Every man she had ever loved had died. Not dramatically, not heroically, not even interestingly. They died like losers, which, if she was honest, they had been.
By Sara Wilson19 days ago in Fiction
Runemaster 10
(Click here to read the previous chapter) Nyssha narrowed her eyes at the glowing text before her, wondering where it had come from. At first, she thought she must've snapped from the stress of this little adventure. But the message reminded her of the disembodied voice that had spoken to her when the little god tried to control her. Either way, it was probably worth considering.
By Mark Stone19 days ago in Fiction
