Fantasy

Take My Hand
Fenrir waited outside the door for his Master. As a man he called no one Master. But as a wolf, such bonds were born of blood. Master was as good a word as any.
By Adam Kolozettiabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
A Message From the Future
When I was younger, I used to believe that the future was something distant, something that would arrive slowly and politely at the door of my life. I imagined that one day I would simply wake up and everything would make sense. My dreams would be clear, my path would be obvious, and the questions inside my mind would finally have answers.
By storiesabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Kitsune's Intervention: A Very Inconvenient Yokai
"I'm telling you, Christie, he is CHEATING on you!" She sighed hard. "Min... I know you think that, but Darryl would never cheat. He is so thoughtful and so, so loyal. He is just the absolute sweetest. I lucked out so hard marrying him. It feels like a dream."
By Alicia Anspaughabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Peace
Something's happening 'round here. Some folks just seem to be gettin' happy ever since Captain Groovy decided to run for public office. He decided to run as an independent on the Peace ticket and name the party the Groovy Party. The Groovy Party was the laughingstock of the political arena, their views on hate and violence were seen as ridiculous. No one took the party seriously, that is, until Captain Groovy became the party leader.
By John Scipioabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Journey to the Unknown Planet
In the year 2274, humanity had conquered the Solar System, but the thirst for exploration pushed scientists to look beyond the known planets. Among them was Captain Mira Solari, a fearless astronaut chosen to lead the first manned expedition to the newly discovered planet, Xythera-9. The planet, hidden in a distant star system, showed signs of a breathable atmosphere and strange, shimmering landscapes captured by robotic probes.
By storiesa day ago in Fiction
The Library of Hidden Worlds. AI-Generated.
Amir had always loved books more than anything else in the world. While other children spent their afternoons playing outside, Amir preferred sitting quietly in the corner of the town library, turning pages and discovering new worlds.
By storiesa day ago in Fiction
The Painting That Watches You
Daniel had always believed that paintings were more than simple images on a canvas. To him, every painting was a story waiting to be discovered. The colors, the shadows, the expressions—everything carried emotion left behind by the artist.
By storiesa day ago in Fiction
Helena's Journey
Smoke curling through the pale orange sky over the distant hill indicated to Helena that morning was on the horizon. The fires provided warmth for the remnants of that small village whose people hunted for rats or squirrels, cooking them over crude stone pits and metal grates. Sand stretched in either direction, making supplies difficult to obtain. In the distance, Helena had become a scavenger as well, digging through the heaps of destruction that occurred when one world state clashed with the other years ago. The war yielded no winners, only broken people, pawns struggling to survive.
By Barb Dukemana day ago in Fiction
Light from Memory. AI-Generated.
In the year 2149, the sun was no longer enough to power the world. Cities had expanded endlessly, covering deserts, mountains, and coastlines with metal and glass. Humanity’s hunger for energy had grown far beyond what nature could provide. Factories, transport systems, and enormous digital networks required power every second. Scientists searched desperately for a new source of energy that could sustain civilization.
By stories2 days ago in Fiction
Thread Count
Everyone remembers the thread. They remember how the princess pressed it into Theseus’s hand, how the hero unwound it behind him like a promise while he walked into the dark. They remember the monster waiting somewhere in the center, hooves echoing in the corridors, breath thick with heat.
By Alain SUPPINI2 days ago in Fiction
Why?
The collar of my stark white shirt was soaked to the bone, just like the back of my neck. Like wet paper against my neck. I could blame the August heat or the diner's broken air conditioning. I was tracing the peeling part of the Formica table with my fingers, pressing my thumb into the deep grooves. Hard enough to keep from breaking.
By Manuel C.2 days ago in Fiction
The Hunt for Dahlia
Paws the size of bucklers slapped down one after another through the mud that made up the eastern pass that ran out through the Agathok. The locals referred to it as Mercas Way, no doubt because of the vast amount of trade caravans and merchants that frequented it in the dry months. The beast gave a low moan and tossed its head back and forth several times to shake the rain and dirt from its face, picking up its pace slightly as it grew giddy at the prospect of a clean hide. The deserts had been warm the last few years allowing the beast to lounge with its master out in the sun, but the packing of sand into everything that was not sealed had been an uncomfortable compromise.
By Brier3 days ago in Fiction