Fantasy

The Red Lady
Black knee-high boots awoke the dust as they cut through the raucous hoards swarming Giya Market. Many already seemed to be at each other's throats, some stealing day-old fruit from the back tables, others, knives drawn, demanding goods they had been promised. Saturday was payment day for many of the colonies - the day one pays their debts, rather than gains anything of value for themselves. Meandering through the square, Cora was in no mood to be sold to today. She was in search of very specific goods, and this was her hunting ground. Greedily she scanned the stalls, finally settling on a familiar weathered face; Noah. Resourceful, whip-smart, a collector, always having just what she needed - before she knew what she was looking for herself. His eyes landed on hers, a cocktail of annoyance and begrudging affection sprawled across his face. A smirk formed on Cora's lips.
By Amelia W24 days ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret
In the heart of the city, down a crooked alley where the sun barely touched, sat a tiny shop that looked like it had been forgotten by time itself. Its windows were dusty, cluttered with gears, springs, and half-finished clocks. The sign above read Harlan’s Horology, faded gold letters almost invisible against the gray brick.
By Imran Pisani24 days ago in Fiction
One Night
Rain pelted the window. Jessica Spring sighed. She heard a knock on the door. She answered and met the most gorgeous man she ever met in her life. He wore a white suit with a red shirt underneath. His white tie contrasted nicely with the vibrant red shirt.
By DJ Robbins24 days ago in Fiction
The Distance Between Two Cups of Tea
The teahouse opened at nine every morning, but Song An arrived at eight-thirty, like she always did. She liked the quiet before the city decided who it needed her to be that day.
By Zidane24 days ago in Fiction
THE CHECK ENGINE LIGHT IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 25 days ago in Fiction
The Covenant of Two Suns. A Human/Robot Pact.
Isaac Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics are a set of ethical guidelines designed to govern the behavior of robots, ensuring they prioritize human safety and obedience.
By Novel Allen25 days ago in Fiction
Ghost Kitten Rise
There is another world that exists parallel to our own. It sits right beside us, and above us, and below us, and all around us, yet we never see it, and only very few of us ever sometimes feel it. That feeling may come as a cold chill, or a whisper from an empty room, or a tingle running down the spine, or any of a million other barely noticed disturbances to our ordinary everyday lives. We only notice because the feeling is so non-ordinary, so different from what we expect and are used to. Some people call it the spirit world, or another dimension or heaven or hell, but the name is not important, at least not for purposes of this story. What is important to understand about this other world is that it is inhabited by many creatures, some of which are formerly living beings from our own planet earth. Most people refer to these as ghosts, and they are feared by the still living. Some of these ghosts should be feared, but others are innocent and kind, even helpful to the living. There are other things in that world that are much more fearsome than the former living. They are natives of that world, and it is all they have ever known. However, they also know of the ghosts, and they know they come from another place. They very much desire to know what this other place is, where it is, and how to get there. They wish to conquer that world, our world, and make it their own. The reasons for this are not understood and there may be no reason, at least not one we could ever hope to comprehend. For countless millennia these beings have waited and watched and plotted and planned and made attempt after attempt to breach into our world.
By Everyday Junglist25 days ago in Fiction
They Built Monuments. We Became Dust.
It began with promises. They told us we were chosen. They told us history waits for brave men. They told us our names would echo forever in stone and song.
By Salman Writes25 days ago in Fiction
Off Into The Fog
A small pile of discarded soil shifted beneath his feet, one of the many that lay scattered like anthills around the mound of red soil upon which nothing would ever grow.
By Matthew J. Fromm26 days ago in Fiction
Hyperdemic
Journal entry (1) May 16th, 2067—Albuquerque NM It has been one hundred and sixty-two days since chaos deprived humans of the right to societal advancements. Man is just beginning to adjust to this new detriment causing upheavals in life's delicate flow.
By Lamar Wiggins26 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding: The Dance of the Sleeping Beauties
Aurora was cursed. The word flowed from her hand like a graceful river in a painting which, naturally, she also knew how to create. Cursed. She was cursed with Beauty, cursed with Grace, cursed with Talent, cursed with Sweetness, and – most importantly according to her parents – cursed to die. Or, rather, not die. Sleep, and then be awakened by True Love’s Kiss, so she was also cursed to loneliness it would seem until her curse took hold. And then, she would be awakened and the real curse would begin.
By Dionearia Red26 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Little Snow-White
A Royal Wedding the proclamation decreed. The Cursed Prince – now King – Artair had returned at last, and he was to be married. All across the land people rejoiced the upcoming union and rushed to the shops to buy ribbons to decorate their homes or clothing in celebration. As the Prince and his new Consort were to tour the Kingdom on their way to the capital, people lined the streets to meet him and those who travelled with him. At each town and village, the Prince – although he was no doubt tired and wished to see his aging Uncle, his noble and kind regent, as soon as possible – recounted the tale of his being cursed, the woman who had helped to free him, and his future Consort, the one known as Little Snow-White.
By Dionearia Red26 days ago in Fiction