Fantasy
On a bed in the Middle of the Sea
Where am I? What’s happening?! A boy wakes up in the middle of the sea, lying on a bed. He can’t see land anywhere. After enough panic, he decides that the most logical explanation is: he’s dreaming. So he goes back to sleep.
By Daria Alexandra Enache2 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden3 days ago in Fiction
THE LAST ARCHIVE. AI-Generated.
The Rememberers came at dawn, their chrome carapaces reflecting the dying sun of New Terra like fractured mirrors. Kael watched them from his workshop window, mechanical fingers tightening around the neural extractor he'd been calibrating. They always came at dawn.
By Alpha Cortex3 days ago in Fiction
Where Magic
Mrs. Periwinkle plucked a ripe apple from the tree and tossed it in her basket. She took the apples and headed inside. She mashed up a couple of apples and concocted her own apple cider. Next, she sat under her apple tree and read from her book of poetry. The bluebirds in the sky chirped their happy songs for her. Her brawny husband Sam came into sight. He waved at her and smiled warmly. “Greetings my love,” he said. “How do you do my sweet,” she asked. “Labor is long and hard but seeing your face makes it all worthwhile,” he confessed. “Your flattery knows no bounds,” Mrs. Periwinkle said. He bent down and kissed her cheek.“You make me blush as if I was a school girl again,” she confessed. From her crystal ball watched a woman equally as beautiful as Lorna Periwinkle. However, she is ugly in her heart. She grimaced as she watched this mushy scene. She turned to her pet raven named Midnight and said,“Don’t it make you sick?” “Someone’s jealous?” Midnight retorted. Storm, the witch’s black cat rubbed against her leg. The witch was named Sienna Cedar. She bent down and petted her cat. “Why can’t you be sweet like Storm?” she asked. “He’s only nice to you because you feed him,” Midnight squawked. “Can I eat the bird now?” Storm asked licking his lips. “You wouldn’t dare, tuna breath,” Midnight said. “Graveyard lurcher,” Storm shot back. “That’s enough you two,” Sienna said. “we’re a family; we shouldn’t fight.” The cat and the raven grumbled.
By DJ Robbins4 days ago in Fiction
Go Home
To Rue Waterby, there was little worse than a breathless summer’s night in a crowded tavern with a tone-deaf bard. The ale in her tankard had long since lost the chill that made it drinkable, now sitting there with the same sweaty appeal as the thick, humid smell of bodies and beer. On top of it all, her hand at the card game was the crappiest she’d been dealt in a long time. No, there wasn’t much worse.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
The Starweaver's Last Thread. AI-Generated.
Mira's fingers moved through the void, pulling threads of starlight into intricate patterns that would become tomorrow's constellations. She worked alone in the Loom Chamber, suspended in the space between dimensions where causality bent like silk.
By Alpha Cortex4 days 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 Scipio4 days ago in Fiction
