Fantasy
How to 'Go Down a Rabbit Hole'
How-to 'Go Down a Rabbit Hole' Ask yourself: are you putting off anything you could be doing right now? - Maybe a little more productive? Any cottage task, such as washing leftover potion from the cauldron, or finally getting around to dusting the vacant cobwebs? If you’re reading this, one could assume you’re not ready to burst your procrastination bubble. No one is here to stop you, nay, you'll only find encouragement, unless you’re mortally wounded- don't ignore that - find your nearest healer. First rule of this guideline.
By Nikki Torino Wagner28 days ago in Fiction
~ Dear Cousin Shee!~
07/07/0000 Dear Cousin Shee, Thank-you for sending us our first ever tree house letter. It was such a wonderful surprise to see an envelope in our tree-house mail box! It was indeed great to learn our hope was true that there is a post officer here at after all.
By Jennifer Cooley28 days ago in Fiction
The Night Weeping Inn: A Guest Protocol for Your Serene Stay
Esteemed Guest, Welcome to the Yonaki-kan (Night Weeping Inn), a sanctuary nestled deep within the forgotten valleys of Ishikawa Prefecture. For generations, our inn has offered weary travelers a timeless respite, a glimpse into an older Japan where nature and spirit intertwine. To ensure your stay is as tranquil and undisturbed as possible, we kindly ask you to observe the following traditional protocols. These guidelines are not mere suggestions; they are the bedrock of harmony between our cherished guests and the ancient spirits of this land. Your cooperation ensures not just your comfort, but your safety.
By Takashi Nagaya28 days ago in Fiction
How to Practice Magic Without Your Wizard Knowing
How to Practice Magic Without Your Wizard Knowing Crafting Your Wizard’s Schedule Knowledge is key! But just knowing is only part of managing your wizard’s schedule. As the apprentice, it is up to you to help create your wizard’s routine. How, you ask? An excellent question. Let me break it down for you. Beware though! Don’t try implementing all these schedule changes at once or your wizard will become suspicious. Slide them in one-by-one, slowly, with precision.
By J.C. Winter29 days ago in Fiction
The Dead Princess's Mercy. AI-Generated.
General Wei stared at the pool of black water beneath his feet. In its reflection, he didn’t see his own battle scared face, but the faces of the three thousand men he had burned alive at the Siege of Yan. Their skin was translucent and their mouths were stitched shut with what looked like rusted wire.
By Carolyn Patton29 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Opponent: The Root of Evil Manifesto. Content Warning.
The Devil's Opponent: Root of Evil Manifesto Chapter 1 Raven Grimm was a rather funny, but handsome man who owned a magic store in the big city called “The Capricorn”. It was his little slice of paradise and a good reason for him to stay out of working at a fucking job which would just end up making him “just over broke”. He had such a feminine face and long silky white hair that spoke of many years of wisdom that he wore down around his shoulders. He looked so much younger than he really was. He was what you might call a femboy or at least that's what he preferred to call himself. Born on February 18th, 1993 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. so currently he was 33 years old, but looked to be in his twenties still. He was perhaps the most available bachelor in his area and yet no woman or man would touch him with a ten foot pole because of a cursed ring he could not take off. It was silver with a great black diamond set into it. The diamond was so dark and dense it felt as if it were absorbing the energy around it and to his knowledge it actually was. He hated how heavy it felt on his hand. It felt like an overpriced slave collar. He cursed the woman who put this on him night and day, but to no avail she never seemed to return to him. He looked around at the shoppers in his store and saw one pick up a tarot deck out of curiosity. He was meaning to teach classes on how to read them, but lacked the energy to invest in such a project since managing his store took up what motivation and energy he did have. A young woman in a billowing cloak came into the store just as he was thinking of closing up shop. She had brown hair and hazel eyes the color of the forest and river and skin that was basically white. What did she want here? He wondered as she picked up a black and red candle for spell casting and came to the register where he stood.
By Eris Willow29 days ago in Fiction
The Dryads are Calling. Top Story - January 2026.
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooper29 days ago in Fiction
