Fantasy
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 Ihsanullahabout 9 hours 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 Ihsanullahabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
VĂĂ°arr Ă“Ă°innson
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 Combsa day 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 tahira day 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 Allena day ago in Fiction
Witnesses to a Gorgon's Cruel Silence
High on the flank of Mount Helicon, where the old temple to Athena clung like lichen to the rock, the wind never stopped singing. It keened through cracked columns, stirred dust along the mosaic floor, and carried the faint mineral scent of the sacred spring that still trickled in the inner courtyard. Few pilgrims came anymore. The oracle at Delphi had declared the place unclean; the goddess had turned her face away. Only one attendant remained, sent not by devotion but by decree.
By Diane Fostera day ago in Fiction
The sky is missing.
The sky went missing on a Thursday. No, the sky did not fall, neither did it just darken ~~~ it actually went missing. A clean, blank absence where blue should have been, like someone had peeled it off and forgotten to put it back. The sun still shone from somewhere, though no one could point to where... Shadows appeared without a source. Birds flew in neat formations across nothing at all.
By Antoni De'Leon2 days ago in Fiction
