Fantasy
Worldbuilding: Alternate Realities
Just a little bit of Sunday evening worldbuilding for my upcoming dark fairy novel. Yes, fairies are real, they can be vicious, they are not human AND they are biological creatures (albeit with the ability to produce all kinds of dangerous magic).
By Brian Loo Soon Hua5 days ago in Fiction
Dr. Seuss Wrote Children's Books But He Had No Children
If I asked you who Theodor Seuss Geisel was, you would probably shake your head in dismay. However, if I told you I was referring to Dr. Seuss, you would say, "Oh, yes, my children have books written by Dr. Seuss."
By Margaret Minnicks6 days ago in Fiction
Unto The Child
I never knew what to say, so eventually I stopped saying anything. People accepted my silence so easily, as if they had forgotten they had ever heard my voice. Since I could reply, there was no need to hear the endless voices around me. I shut them out and met conversation and connection with silence and vacant stares. It didn’t take long for people to accept that, too. I was alone in the world, like a moving art piece. People saw me and moved along, recognizing I was not one of them. Understand without knowing that I couldn’t contribute on any level to the lives they were leading.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 days ago in Fiction
A House with Good Bones
The house was the strangest thing I had ever seen. The 'for sale' sign had come loose and hung lopsided, waving slightly in the wind. How unusual that the agent had never bothered to mention this lovely place, or make it a priority. As we drove by, she casually alluded to it, noting that it was on the bottom of her list, trying hard to pass it off as a joke, but not succeeding.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Fiction
THE LAST ALGORITHM. AI-Generated.
The Archive sang its final song at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday that would never be recorded. Dr. Yuki Tanaka stood before the quantum core, watching fractals of light spiral through the crystalline matrix like stars being born and dying in microseconds. She had spent seventeen years teaching machines to think. Now, in the abandoned server farm beneath Old Detroit, she was about to teach one to forget.
By Alpha Cortex6 days ago in Fiction
Miko Beach
Callum sat on the stone wall, about 40 feet from the ocean. The sun was setting. He loved living by the beach, but more specifically, he loved living by this beach. This beach was almost perfect in so many ways. For one, few people came here, so he was often alone on his sunset viewings. It was also a very clean, quality beach, with naturally white sand and clear blue water. The thing was, nobody came to clean this beach, so it was an anomaly for it to be so pristine. In fact, it was almost otherwordly, because logically it shouldn't be possible on this planet for a beach to look this beautiful without heavy upkeep. But Callum liked that part of his beach, the mystery of it, so it never really seemed abnormal.
By Deepika Miryala6 days ago in Fiction
Captain Kid vs Roronoa Zoro
Eustass Captain Kid is a Supreme King of proven strength. He departed his forsaken homeland after enacting a vengeful massacre. Roronoa Zoro is also a conqueror. He's gambled his life numerous times as if he enjoys tempting fate. Between these two powerful pirates however, there's One who reigns supreme over the other.
By Twilights Cavern6 days ago in Fiction
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 Khan6 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 Cortex7 days ago in Fiction
