Fantasy

Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Fiction
Table Eleven
Tony claims he has COVID, so I've got a double shift. Most nights have been pretty busy this month. People seem to be living it up while they can. The news is nasty, and getting worse. Most of my customers eat and drink too much, tip well and behave, though they get louder when the beverages take effect. I don't mind.
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam4 days ago in Fiction
The Library Beneath the World
For most people, libraries were quiet places filled with books and silence. But for Adrian, libraries were doorways. He had spent much of his childhood wandering between shelves, running his fingers along dusty spines, imagining that each book contained a hidden world waiting to be discovered. Stories fascinated him not just because they entertained him, but because they felt real—almost alive.
By Ibrahim 4 days ago in Fiction
Moirai. Content Warning.
The Three Sisters of Fate, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, control every birth, life and death since the beginning of time. Everything from the very moment of a babe’s first breath is caused by their involvement. Every major life event, every new pathway someone might pick, is pre-allotted to them. There aren’t truly any choices in the matter; we are all simply puppets hanging from strings, being danced through life by the masters of our fate.
By Maddy Haywood4 days ago in Fiction
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwin4 days ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in Fiction
Medusa’s Truth
Come in, my dear, and fear not. You are safe here. Yes, I know what the stories say, but like so many stories told by powerful people who suddenly have reason to fear, they are wrong...
By Natasja Rose4 days ago in Fiction
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart4 days ago in Fiction
The Garden of Lost Dreams
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By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
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By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
The Choices of Silence
Elena had always believed that life demanded action, yet she found herself frozen most of the time. Standing at the edge of the crowded café, she watched strangers talk, laugh, and argue. Their voices blended into a constant hum, a symphony of choices she had never dared to make.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction