Fantasy

The Lighthouse at the Edge of Memory
At the farthest edge of the sea, where maps faded into blank space and sailors feared to sail, there stood an ancient lighthouse that no one claimed to have built.
By Ibrahim about 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Garden of Unfinished Dreams
At the edge of a forgotten forest, beyond a path no map had ever marked, there existed a hidden garden known only to those who had given up on their dreams.
By Ibrahim about 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Lost Shadows
In a city where the sun rarely disappeared, shadows were considered ordinary—mere reflections of light. But deep beneath the streets, hidden from the eyes of the people, there existed a place where shadows lived their own secret lives.
By Ibrahim about 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Forgotten Hours
In a narrow street at the edge of an ancient town, there stood a small shop filled with clocks. Some were tall and grand, others tiny and delicate, but all of them ticked in a strange, uneven rhythm. Above the door hung a faded sign that read: “Hours Repaired and Restored.”
By Ibrahim about 16 hours ago in Fiction
The City That Dreamed Back
In a quiet corner of the world, hidden between mountains that touched the sky and rivers that whispered secrets, there existed a city unlike any other. It was called Lumeria, a place where dreams were not just thoughts in the mind, but living, breathing realities.
By Ibrahim about 16 hours ago in Fiction
On a Bed in the Middle of the Sea
Time passes. The sun begins to set, and eventually, the boy runs out of tears. His mind fills with questions, too many. So he calls out to the mermaids again.
By Daria Alexandra Enacheabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynxa day ago in Fiction
Part 2 The Malfunctioning Time Machine. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS, I EDITED THIS, IT IS NOT FAKE IT IS MY WRITING MY PROMPTS MY WORK. The Architect’s Quiet Hour: Rewriting the Destination
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli a day ago in Fiction
Three Blue Paintings
Patrick was only ten the day they’d finally found his mother. She’d been missing for two months, and everyone in town had long ago decided she’d run away from home. After all, the signs had been there for years.
By Shannon Hilsona day ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli a day ago in Fiction
Jane's Bounty
A gentle arm reached around Jane’s waist and soft lips pressed against the side of her neck while her gaze remained fixed on the horizon and its rising sun.
By Jean-François Lamothea day ago in Fiction
The Door That Opened at the Wrong Time
It started with a sound. A soft… click. Not loud. Not alarming. But wrong. Because the house had no doors that should make that sound at 2:13 in the morning.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction