Fantasy

The Whispering Key
I found an old key in the attic, carved with symbols that hummed softly. When I turned it in the lock of a forgotten door, the walls melted into a corridor of floating lights. Each door led to a world that could not be described, only felt. And in that silence, I realized reality is only a suggestion, and imagination writes its own laws.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
The Lanterns of Forgotten Dreams
In the valley where lost dreams gather, tiny lanterns float in silence, illuminating paths unseen. Travelers never know they are walking among wishes abandoned long ago. One night, I followed a flickering light, and it led me to a door that opened only to imagination. Behind it, the universe whispered secrets no one else had ever heard.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
The Clock That Writes Futures
In a forgotten workshop, a golden clock did not tick—it wrote. Every hour, it inked moments of people who had not yet lived them. I watched in awe as a story of a stranger unfolded before my eyes. By dawn, the ink vanished, leaving only a sense that time itself had smiled at me.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Garden
In the moonlit garden, shadows danced like spirits. Every flower glowed softly, carrying the secrets of the night. I wandered between the glowing petals, listening to whispers that spoke of forgotten dreams and hidden hopes. For a moment, the world outside vanished, leaving only the quiet magic of this enchanted place.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
Barkcast: Chaos at the Dog Park
The golden hour had arrived in West New York, casting long, dramatic shadows across the pavement of Boulevard East. The relentless roar of the morning commute had been replaced by the heavy, exhausted grinding of the 6:00 PM New Jersey Transit buses, returning the humans from the towering glass spires of Manhattan. The air smelled of exhaust, cooling asphalt, and the salty, damp breeze blowing up the Palisades from the Hudson River.
By Baltizare6 days ago in Fiction
Bahlool and the Lesson at the Bathhouse
Bahlool was a man who many people called "the wise fool." He lived simply, often wearing dusty clothes and wandering the streets, but those who truly knew him understood that every action he took had a deep meaning. He had a way of teaching people lessons without ever raising his voice.
By Amir Husen6 days ago in Fiction
Hierophantasm. Top Story - November 2023. Content Warning.
Do you know where you are? The old woman croaked. Ren & I both held our breath, trembling. Had it worked? We'd been pulled in so many directions since last harvest, searching for the true motives behind the High Arcane's barbaric rituals. So many deaths and false promises. So many false leads and dead ends... We didn't dare believe it. Sensing our apprehension, the old woman nodded.
By J6 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 10
"Have you looked at your mask yet?" Fluke was confused at the question; he was still processing the impossible changes he was seeing before him. Fluke slowly reached up and pulled the mask off, looking at it for the first time with clear eyes. Across almost half the mask on the left was a green series of diamond shapes, which were checkered with the normal white. The green was the exact same green as the green aventurine the goddess had given him. The eye emblem still sat on the forehead, and the right side was still the pearl white. Fluke put the mask back on and checked his stats:
By Everett Scaife6 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Bus Where a Random Man Explored Every Inch of Me in the Back Seat (True Story). Content Warning.
Hi… it’s me, Lila. Twenty-five, sitting here in my little apartment with the rain tapping the window, thighs pressed together just thinking about it. This is what really happened on that long, sweaty overnight bus from Toronto to Montreal last summer. I never thought I’d do this. But my body betrayed me the second the engine started rumbling, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
By Chahat Kaur6 days ago in Fiction
The Reach
ARCHIVE MEMORY - The Reach ⋔ Locals called the village The Reach, though no one remembered why. The shape spilled across the estuarial sea, woven into mangrove and mist.
By Guia Nocon6 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 9
Fluke put on a strained toothy grin as his resonance flopped and fell apart a second time. "Here kid, come sit down before you hurt yourself." Parche pat the grass next to him, and Fluke came and flopped down beside him, and then adjusted himself so he sat with his legs crossed.
By Everett Scaife6 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 8
Fluke pulled out one of the Fuscia resonant shards and held it in his hand. This shard immediately vibrated and behaved almost unstable despite having not been mistreated in any way. Putting a small amount of resonance into the shard this one behaved much like the Cobalt shard. The only notable difference was that this shard let out a barely audible musical note, similar to water rubbed on the rim of a wine glass. And again, after a minute, the shard returned itself to the pouch, which prompted Fluke to check his information.
By Everett Scaife6 days ago in Fiction