Children's Fiction

The Last Lantern
Chapter One: Ash and Glow The village of Duskwood never knew daylight. Long ago, before the sky burned out and the world was swallowed in eternal twilight, people thrived under the sun. But now, only the rich could afford the flicker of artificial light, stored in glass orbs called Lumen Spheres, harvested by rare Seekers who ventured into the outer wastelands. For the rest, life was lived in shadows.
By Jibran Khan9 months ago in Chapters
The Roar in the Shadows
In the heart of the Elderwood Jungle, where the trees towered like ancient giants and mist curled along the forest floor like whispered secrets, a lone lion named Zuberi walked between silence and legend.
By Ghani9 months ago in Chapters
No Trace
Avea felt her heart lurch into her throat, as soon as her feet leapt off the ledge into the dark abyss below. As she felt herself become weightless, and the moonstone locked in its beautiful capsule glowed before lifting off her chest. A beacon in the dark, and just like everything else in the outlands the trench wasn't what it seemed. The mystic air around her caught her, and carried her gently to the ground. Avea felt her feet hit the ground below to the sunken depths where no other living soul could be heard. She didn't feel scared, instead she could feel the hum of the portal like a subtle melody echoing out to her. "Alright let's find where you are" she whispered closing her eyes, the moonstone around her neck recognising the call of power guided her through the narrow escape towards the end where she saw the opening of the dome.
By KEATA9 months ago in Chapters
The Weapon
Avea Maxwell unleashed a triumphant howl into the roaring winds, embracing the sensation of flight and unbridled freedom. The makeshift sand skiff rattled against the powerful gusts of wind, a testament to the scrap pieces she had ingeniously fashioned together. Flimsy goggles flapped wildly on her face, and her lean arms stirred up and around the dried cracked planes. The distant wail of sirens and the piercing spotlights from guard watch towers erupted around her, shining outwards from behind the wall, but she was too far gone. While Guardwatch could remotely destabilize hovercycles from a distance, the unique design of her stand skiff left them powerless. An ancient relic relying on nothing, but the steady winds and silent prayers. The echoes of the chase faded away, leaving Avea and Bebop alone in the vast outlands, gliding past the skeletal plants that stood as a memorial to her mother.
By KEATA9 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl9 months ago in Chapters
The Siren's Curse- Chapter One
When I walk through the door of my home, I don't bother to yell to my wife that I'm home. She won't say anything back. Oh, how I miss the early days in our marriage. When I'd come home and Lucy would greet me at the door, eyes shining as she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me.
By K. R. Young9 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle9 months ago in Chapters
Mah-e-mohabbat
Mah-e-mohabbat . Episode=2 "Father, let go of my hand... the goat will go away," Hnum said, looking at Khushbakht. Khushbakht instinctively let go of her hand, and she ran to the goat, petting it and smiling. Meanwhile, the people in the gathering were leaving, and Khushbakht cast a final glance at Banum before departing.
By Bilal Muhammad9 months ago in Chapters
"The Way You Said Goodbye"
The Way You Said Goodbye You didn’t cry. That’s what I remember most. Not the words. Not the silence that followed them. Just the way you folded your hands and smiled as though you were smoothing over something fragile—a paper bird, maybe, or the final page of a letter no one would ever read.
By SHAYAN9 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective9 months ago in Chapters
The Town That Woke Up Silent. AI-Generated.
One ordinary Monday, the town of Eldridge woke up to something strange—no sound. Not a whisper, not a footstep, not even the wind rustling the leaves. Phones worked, cars started, mouths moved… but no sound came out.People panicked. Some cried silently. Others laughed, thinking it was a prank or a nightmare. But 12-year-old Mia noticed something no one else did: the birds were gone.By evening, she found an old man scribbling in chalk on the street: “The Silence has come again. Find the Bell. Ring it before midnight.”With the town frozen in fear, Mia raced through the fog-covered hills to the old bell tower. The door was sealed. She kicked, scratched, and climbed until she reached the rope. It was frayed.As the clock struck 11:59, she leapt, grabbing the rope with all her weight. The bell rang once—low, metallic, and trembling.Then came the screams, the laughter, the dogs barking—all at once. Sound was back.But so was something else.The Bell had woken something ancient beneath the town… and it was listening.
By Hasnain Bacha9 months ago in Chapters
How Understanding Your Childhood Wounds Can Finally Give You the Love Story You've Always Dreamed Of
I'll never forget the moment I realized I was dating my father. Not literally, of course—that would be a whole different kind of therapy session. But as I sat across from my partner during yet another argument about emotional availability, something clicked. The same frustration I felt trying to get him to open up was eerily similar to the helplessness I'd experienced as a child, desperately seeking my emotionally distant father's approval and attention.
By Soibifaa9 months ago in Chapters