Fantasy

Soulika's new world.
Welcome to the greatest story on earth. Voted by you. How many judges are there for Miss universe again? Soulika was sitting at the poker machine and out five dollars in. According to her planetary hour app It was Jupiter hour which she had timed as it was the best time for not budgeting and gaining wealth.
By C.L. Knight5 years ago in Fiction
A Fractured Paradise
Summer Day “Gather children, it’s time I told you the history of our people.” Caeli, Larissa, Darius and young Prince Maximus raced each other to the king and queen. A warm summer breeze whipped around them.
By Kiara Brae5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Myth and God
They changed the world in an instant. Amid sweltering heat from temperatures we hoped had reached their zenith after breaking nighttime records set hours earlier, the early morning sky filled with ship after ship.
By K.Valley5 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamland
[Report Number: 51287305009] “E’re since I was a lass, the water seemed to spake to me. I would enjoy most the times that we weren’t going anywhere and would find the most vibrant springs. One cloudy day, mom saw me laying in the water like a hand holding me up. She laughed, then cried…
By Tracy Tison, II5 years ago in Fiction
Labyrinthine
Labyrinthine by Kellis Charles Lewis I felt the usual tingling sensation before my ceiling tore away into darkness. I blinked a few times and registered a block floating in front of me, just within arm's length, shifting through every conceivable color. This was the 'pixel trigger', the Go button for this foreign yet familiar universe. With a touch, I was Diving into the revolutionary breakthrough by the Ikora Corporation --the Remote Immersion Gateway System, aka RIGS. This technology had only been public for about a year but it already caught on worldwide: the perfect escape from our crumbling, dying world.
By Kellis Charles Lewis5 years ago in Fiction
Ka Mgbanwe Bido
The air inside the living room was tight as a knot. Every molecule of fresh breeze seemed to disappear behind the closed doors and darkened windows. The palpable fear of the 2 women threatened to choke them, which was perhaps why they had failed to utter any words since they came in.
By Obianuju Ugwu 5 years ago in Fiction
The Holy Locket of Zamericanas
I was surrounded by a plethora of bearded reptilian-humanoids, poking me and probing me cautiously, inching closer to devour my soul. Their rusted armor and illegal weapons were stained with the blood of the elites, and they were eager to consume my flesh. The notorious M.A.M.A.’s Maniacs owned twenty-four territories and the government secretly funded all of their treacherous endeavors.
By Alex Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
The Women's Heirloom
Legend has it that an heirloom in our family made by our great-great-grandfather for one of his beloved three daughters went missing. He was a goldsmith and the necklace was his finest work. When my mother tucked me into bed as a young child, my two older sisters sitting alongside my bed with her, she would tell us the story about the heart-shaped locket that contained within it a spell written by my great-great-grandmother. The spell was to protect her daughter from the ills of jealousy and evil eyes.
By Elle Kim5 years ago in Fiction
Matters Of The Heart
Magic has always existed in small ways. To understand my story, you have to believe in magic, as corny as that sounds. Even a cynic like me has learned to believe in magic, or at least depend on it. A little luck here and there, coincidences, miracles. A student passing a test they didn't study for, your crush liking you back, a single mother somehow scraping enough money together to send her child to baseball camp and pay her rent that month. This type of magic goes unnoticed, or labeled as something else. Magic has always existed in tiny ways. Plain fact.
By K. Osei5 years ago in Fiction
Washington's new Militia
I remember when the bombs fell. It was early Thursday morning May 4th, 2025. I remember waking up thinking I had missed my alarm and was late for work. I reached over to my phone and checked the time it was only seven o'clock in the morning and work started in 30 minutes. I had maybe 10 minutes to get out the door. I reluctantly scrambled to my feet, I looked back at my wife who was sleeping peacefully facing the wall opposite of me with her arm stretched over our daughters bassinet. She must have been crying at some point in the night and my wife had rocked her back to sleep as well as herself. It was a peaceful moment, had I known the events that would happen later I would have never left.
By paul enzor5 years ago in Fiction
How This Muscle Works
Sarah hurried into the building, late as always. Maureen looked up from the terminal. “Ah, wonderful. Dr. Manifort is just ready for you now. Go on in, Sarah.”
By Kate Bowers5 years ago in Fiction
Stuck inside
Sam could feel the morning breeze on his face, it was nice and sweet, he liked this dream. He tried to remember the last time he had felt the sweet touch of the wind on his skin, it must have been 5 years, just before the explosion that killed so many and left the atmosphere so toxic that no one was allowed outside anymore without proper protection.
By Ninon Marie5 years ago in Fiction