Fantasy

The Night Owl
The moon hung high in the sky, full and beaming. I couldn’t help but admire her confidence. I shoved my hands deep in my pockets and folded in on myself. I couldn’t feel the chill in the air, but it was always important to keep up pretenses.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Light
The city regained power by mid-afternoon, but the return of light brought no relief. It was unsteady—pulsing in a rhythm that felt organic rather than electrical, a quiet throb beneath the surface of everyday noise. Citizens chalked it up to another grid malfunction. Broadcast channels repeated the same reassuring message:
By lin yan2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Light
Elias had never heard the city this quiet. He stood beneath the skeletal overhang of the transit bridge, where morning light filtered through fractured panels and scattered across the pavement like broken glass. The air tasted metallic—sign of another night of disruption—and a faint vibration hummed through the ground, the pulse of a grid straining against itself.
By lin yan2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 53
Chapter 53 Sara returned to her residence, the warmth of the hearth chasing away the chill of the evening. Taking a quick shower and readying herself for bed, she checks in on the Status of her Valley, “Tas, show me the Haven Valley Prosperity Tracker. With the Volcano added, I want to see the numbers.”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 52
Chapter 52 Sara trudged up the winding path to the mines, boots crunching against gravel and dust. The air grew cooler as she approached the cavern entrance, where the Dungeon Control Crystal pulsed faintly with its eerie light.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse . Content Warning.
I inherited the lighthouse the day my father vanished. No note, no explanation—just an empty house perched on jagged cliffs where the sea screamed endlessly into the night. People in town said the place was cursed, said the last keeper went mad. I didn’t care. I wanted solitude, a place to escape the chaos of my life. I got more than I bargained for.
By E. hasan2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 51
Chapter 51 Sara’s Basic Alchemist Workshop was less a room and more an avalanche of controlled chaos. The walls were lined with shelves sagging under the weight of jars and vials. Herbs dried to brittle stalks, powders glittering faintly with mineral light, shards of Crystals of every hue and affinity glowing like captured stars. Each container bore a label, some neat System labels and others little more than a scribble that only she could decipher.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
THE LAST SANCTUARY OF NEON SKY
No one alive remembered the real color of the sky. Official history, as recorded by the Ministry of Perspective, stated that Earth’s atmosphere had always shimmered in neon hues—pulsing blues, electric greens, and streaks of violent pink that twisted like serpents across the heavens. Anyone who questioned it was, by definition, “Factually Distorted,” and removed for “Cognitive Rehabilitation.”
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 50
Chapter 50 The climb out of the volcano was long and, before her System improved stats, would have been grueling. Sara’s boots scraped against jagged stone, her breath coming in steady rhythm as she ascended the winding tunnels. The heat pressed against her back like a living thing, the glow of magma fading as she rose higher toward the crater rim. Each step carried her farther from the pulsing heartbeat of the Volcano’s Control Crystal, and from Fluffy’s always full hearted laughter echoing faintly through the bond.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Lost Souls
The First Time I Saw Him The first time I saw the boy, he was sitting on the edge of the school playground beside a kid who was crying.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
Kaguya-Hime: Japan’s Oldest Sci-Fi Princess
■ Introduction Often called Japan’s oldest piece of fiction, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter introduces one of the most mysterious heroines in world literature: Kaguya-Hime, a supernatural girl who arrives from the moon, grows into a breathtaking beauty, and eventually returns to the heavens.
By Takashi Nagaya2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 49
Chapter 49 “Hungry? Oh yes yes yes! Belly rumbles! Need foods. Magma treats! Feed me, Mistress! Feed me more and I’ll be the happiest worm ever!”
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction