Children's Fiction

The Codex
Avea stood beside Dolunay with the Pillar of the Cyntherial moon ignited behind them, with a burning ultram blue. Glowing brightly with those strange symbols almost like scripture along the pillar, flickering as they tried to morph clearly unsure of how to become one. Dolunay's massive body overshadowed her, with a completely stone face. He refused to look down at her, instead directing those cold black eyes to the rest of his fellow galad, as though he were sizing them up for battle. Avea could feel the pulsing current between them from uniting their uri, she might as well have blacked out standing on her floating rock in front of this monster that had brought her mother here. She recalled the movements Dolunay made, they were measured, controlled, and it was almost for a single moment he thought he was alone. Until the mark glowed brightly on his forehead and his uri shot out towards Avea.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
The House at the Edge of the Orchard
The House at the Edge of the Orchard Clara parked her car at the foot of the dirt lane and sat for a moment, watching the house appear through the thinning mist. It stood at the edge of the orchard like a sentinel, weathered but proud, its white paint now chipped to gray. The apple trees behind it swayed gently, their branches heavy with fruit, just as they had been when she was a girl.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Chapters
The Claimed
As she stood among the seven claimed, all Avea could think about was her mother's face, with her pleading eyes begging her to leave, to understand. But she didn't understand any of this, only that the longer she indulged the Supreme, the more entangled she would become. The so-called 'claimed' had configured themselves into a circle around the Supreme, all perfectly aligned within the Octave. They all stood in order of their lunar moons, and Avea, as the eighth moon, was the last one to complete the cycle.
By KEATA7 months ago in Chapters
Living on the Edge
M Mehran Jamal had never considered himself brave. Growing up in the quiet suburbs, he followed the rules, went to school, and dreamed small. But when he stumbled upon the world of PITLIFE, everything he thought he knew about life changed.
By Muhammad Mehran7 months ago in Chapters
The Clockmaker’s Secret
The old clock shop stood at the corner of Market Street, a place most people passed without noticing. Its windows were dusty, its sign faded, and its doorbell gave a tired chime when pushed. Few knew the shop still existed, and fewer still knew its keeper: Mr. Thorne, the clockmaker.
By Rowaid7 months ago in Chapters
Echoes of Unlived Days
There are nights when silence grows so deep it feels like a mirror, reflecting back all the choices I did not make. In those hours, I hear the faint echoes of unlived days—futures I once imagined, paths I almost took, versions of myself I never became. They are not regrets exactly, but whispers, reminders that every step forward leaves countless others behind.
By Rowaid7 months ago in Chapters
The Stranger at Dawn
The town of Rivermist always slept late. At dawn, its streets were silent, the shop windows dark, and the only sound was the river whispering under the old stone bridge.
By Rowaid7 months ago in Chapters
The Last Train Home
he station clock struck eleven, and the last train waited on the platform. Its headlights cut through the mist like watchful eyes, and the empty carriages hummed with a restless silence.
By Rowaid7 months ago in Chapters
Majesty Creature
One moment, Avea was drifting into the cosmic cloud, and the next, she was plummeting, her face landing harshly against solid ground. Her body lay sprawled across the cold surface, and truthfully, Avea felt she lacked the strength to even lift her head. That is, until the murmurs around her.
By KEATA8 months ago in Chapters
I'm Not Scared, YOU'RE Scared!
The forest was alive with whispers. Trees creaked as though sharing secrets, the wind rustled through the leaves like hurried gossip, and the shadows seemed to lean in, listening. Most animals hurried home before dusk. But not Rabbit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman8 months ago in Chapters
The Rooster Who Would Not Be Quiet!
Imagine waking up in a village where every corner hums with life. Children laugh in the streets, neighbors greet one another in song, the kettle whistles cheerfully, and music spills out of windows like sunlight. This was La Paz—a place as colorful in sound as it was in spirit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman8 months ago in Chapters
Smart Money, Smart Life: Lessons from Two Mentors
Introduction – The Two Voices That Shaped My Life When I was a child, I had the unique privilege of being guided by two very different mentors. Neither of them were my biological father, yet both influenced my thoughts about money, success, and the meaning of life.
By iftikhar habib8 months ago in Chapters