Fantasy
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. Young7 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 Circle7 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 Muhammad7 months ago in Chapters
Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
By Black Vanilla7 months ago in Chapters
To Return, Remember
“Where do you think you’re headed?” asked a burly voice from behind Steph. Where did this monstrosity come from? Steph wondered, turning to see a minotaur lumbering toward them from the direction they’d just come. There were no other doors, no hidden paths—at least, none Steph could see. But in this place, what did visibility really mean?
By Lillianna Nightveil7 months ago in Chapters
Ashes Beneath Hollowspire - Part 7
They stood at the edge of the forest’s breathless hush, staring at the black glass spire on the cliff beyond. The tower rose like a needle from the land’s charred bones, fractured but whole, reflecting slivers of starlight in its broken surface. It was older than Hollowspire, older than the Flamecourt, older even than the songs Elira’s ancestors once wove into stone.
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Chapters





