Fantasy

Solitary Proofs
The morning light fell across the hallway in pale rectangles, catching the frames one by one. Each held a single face: Grandmother at twenty-three, serious beneath the brim of a summer hat; Father as a boy, squinting into the sun on the pier; Mother on her wedding day, veil lifted just enough to show the careful smile she practiced for weeks. Every photograph was solitary. No arm around a shoulder, no hand clasped in another’s, no shared laughter frozen mid-breath.
By Diane Foster16 days ago in Fiction
The lighthouse.
Roger was a city boy, born and raised. That’s all he knew, the fast life, the hustle and bustle of 24 hour action on the street. Engine noise, sirens, concrete, tarmac, street lights, people everywhere, no peaceful time. So when he went to the coast for a short holiday to escape the city, up north where it was wild and desolate, almost uninhabited, he felt like he was on another planet. And it was so beautiful, somewhere he could live forever. But there were no jobs, so it wasn’t possible. Not for him. He was not an entrepreneur, no-one in his family had ever been self employed. So when on his last day on the coast he stumbled on the historic lighthouse that had been continuously guarding the rocky coastline for 200 years, and they were offering free tours to visitors, he jumped at the chance to see it. And what really excited him was a sign on the bulletin board advertising a job position for a trainee lighthouse man. “OMG, I my dream job! Escape the city, the madness, the pollution, the crime. Where do I sign up?” He thought to himself. Grabbing the attention of the old grizzled lighthouseman manning the light at the top of the tower, Rodger bombarded him with questions. Like how much do they pay, is experience needed, when can he start. He was so excited.
By Guy lynn16 days ago in Fiction
As Wise As an Owl
As Wise As an Owl Deep in the quiet green woods, where a clear stream moved gently over smooth stones, there lived a great white owl with wide golden eyes. She watched the forest from a tall branch, seeing far more than most creatures ever noticed. The animals of the woodland spoke often and loudly, yet the owl remained mostly silent, listening and observing the world around her.
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Fiction
Check With Me Before You Touch Anything
Five war-weary Santori soldiers approach the Rahman Cathedral led by Commander Arcus Dollman, a ruthless, driven leader intent on wiping out the Kuntasi civilization and ending the war between them.
By Michael Jefferson16 days ago in Fiction
'Ware The Witchcraft
Introduction I was stunned bythis image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook The music is "The Witch's Promise" by Jethro Tull
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Fiction
Love at first sight
Love at first sight. I saw him on my way to work one early morning while he was out for a run. My handsome crush, Romeo—oh, how I longed to be his Juliet. Every morning I drove past hoping to see him jogging. I watched him in slow motion just to make the moment last a little longer. Oh, how I loved to see him run; his handsome face excites me. I couldn’t help but daydream. I hoped that one day he would be mine.
By Miss Bey17 days ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Ash Tree
The first time Elara heard the whispers, she was twelve, crouched beneath the gnarled branches of the old ash tree that crowned the hill behind her grandmother’s house. The air smelled of wet earth and burned wood, a memory of last night’s fire still clinging to the soil. The voices were not loud—never loud—but soft murmurs that trembled through the leaves like wind through strings.
By Ihsanullah17 days ago in Fiction
The Snail and the Worm
The Snail and the Worm The snail and the worm decided to have a race. Everyone said the snail had it in the bag. Slow and steady, they said. The worm laughed, wriggling in the damp soil, convinced speed would win.
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Fiction
The Room Still Smells Like You: Letting Go After Heartbreak
It had been three months since he left, three months since the door clicked shut behind him for the last time. And yet, the apartment still smelled like him—cologne, faintly floral, a trace of coffee and early morning sunlight. She breathed it in, each inhalation a knife pressed gently against her chest.
By Ihsanullah17 days ago in Fiction
Víðarr Óðinnson
Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.
By Mother Combs18 days ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Forgotten Kingdom
The kingdom of Valtheria had been erased so completely that even its name sounded like a mistake. Elara first heard it whispered by her grandmother on a winter night when the fire burned low and the wind pressed curious fingers against the shutters. “We come from a place the world chose to forget,” her grandmother had said, her silver hair catching the firelight like threads of moonlight. “But the stones remember.”
By Maavia tahir18 days ago in Fiction
Mattie in a Naked World.
Mattie woke up this morning and found herself back in the days of the natural state of the unclothed-ness of existence. People were walking around quite naked, literally... as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The non wearing of clothing had long been behind Mattie for over 90,000 to 170,000 years ago...yet here she was surrounded by a wonder of nakedness. She looked down on her nude state and had the distinctive urge to cover herself.
By Novel Allen18 days ago in Fiction