Fantasy

MISS WINCHELSEA'S HEART
Miss Winchelsea had long dreamed of going to Rome. For more than a month before her departure, she spoke of little else. She discussed Roman history, art, poetry, and famous graves as though she had personal ties to them. Some people admired her enthusiasm, but others found it excessive. A few even suggested that she was rather proud of “her Rome.” Still, Miss Winchelsea believed her passion was refined and intellectual, not boastful. She carefully prepared for the journey, selecting clothes that were sensible yet not obviously tourist-like. Even her red guidebook was hidden in a gray cover to avoid looking common. When the great day came, she stood at Charing Cross Station feeling dignified and adventurous.
By Faisal Khan3 days ago in Fiction
THE LAST CARTOGRAPHER. AI-Generated.
The drones hummed overhead like mechanical wasps as Kiera pressed herself against the crumbling wall of what used to be the Seattle Public Library. In her backpack, wrapped in lead-lined cloth, was contraband worth twenty years in a reformation camp: a hand-drawn map of the Exclusion Zones.
By Alpha Cortex3 days ago in Fiction
Medusa. Content Warning.
Before the serpents coiled. Before the cavern was claimed as her dwelling. Before men, trembling beneath crested helms, came with swords raised in fear rather than valor.
By Luna Jordan3 days ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Zurich: A Symphony of Steel and Shadows. AI-Generated.
The rain in Zurich didn’t fall; it vibrated. It was a cold, microscopic mist that clung to the limestone facades of Bahnhofstrasse, turning the world into a blurred charcoal drawing. Elias Thorne stood in the shadow of a gargoyle atop a sixteenth-century clock tower, his breath blooming in the air like pale ghosts. He wasn't looking at the luxury watches in the windows below or the late-night trams clattering through the slush. His eyes were locked on the thermal signature pulsing from the fourth-floor window of the Steiner-Vogel Private Bank.
By Alpha Cortex3 days ago in Fiction
3:17 AM
The Last Message at 3:17 AM At exactly 3:17 AM, Daniel’s phone vibrated. He was awake. He had been awake every night at the same time for the past week.
By Zaid Muthanna3 days ago in Fiction
The Road to Paradise Pocket. Top Story - March 2026.
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier4 days ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Alexander had mixed emotions about reconnecting with someone he hadn’t seen since he was five. A lot had changed over the last thirteen years. Would Dr. Jason remember him, and had the doctor’s current life altered him since the last time they were together? Alexander was filled with questions for the Doctor. How had Jason managed to survive living among the Jinkinki and the Beast Masters, and was there anything left of the civilization he remembered as a boy? Probably the most important question Alexander could think of was, did the good doctor know how to destroy the evil invaders?
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Texted From the Future. AI-Generated.
It was 11:47 PM when Arham’s phone buzzed. The sound cut sharply through the quiet of his apartment. He had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the usual worries of life—deadlines, responsibilities, the strange emptiness that had been following him for months.
By shakir hamid4 days ago in Fiction
The Cats Saw The Moon Wink At Them
Introduction I saw this cute picture on The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook and wondered what those cats were doing and thinking:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Love of the Forest
Deep between green mountains lay a vast and peaceful forest where life moved in harmony with nature. Every morning, golden sunlight slipped gently through the leaves, painting patterns upon the soft earth. Birds filled the air with melodies, and a clear river flowed through the forest like a silver ribbon, carrying stories of time itself.
By hamad khan5 days ago in Fiction
My merman crush
My grand mother Merry Jane was a talented story teller who told me all kinds of tales, legendary stories and she told them very well when I was a little girl. I was only six years old. My grand mother was the apple of my eye I believed everything she told me, even though she reassure me that her stories are not real but apart of me believed the mermaid tales she use to tell me. Her stories was magical.
By Miss Bey5 days ago in Fiction
Stuck
Edison Gates tries to remember what he does for a living, where he lives, and who he loves, but his memory is a scrambled haze.
By Michael Jefferson5 days ago in Fiction