Magical Realism

So it's soon to begin
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. An uplifting rhythm fills the air. However, once every ten years, the clouds part for the rhythm's source to escape the heavens. Just like the night is only weeks away. The village was overcome with anticipation and whispers about who they hoped would humble them with their presence on the arrival of their ancestors. However, one woman, in particular, spends her mornings under the sun's overwhelming energetic embrace as she eagerly polishes the steps for weeks before. Committed to please the heavens that she knows will never allow her the answers she so desperately craved, but brought such wisdom to all her fellow warriors. Was this her fate to forever watch as others grow and be reminded she was always only ever going to hold a Shaman's heart within, never have their blood run through her?
By NPR7 months ago in Chapters
“The Room with No Name”
She walked into the room like a question begging to be answered. Barefoot, half-robed, skin tasting of lavender and doubt. Her name was Elizabeth — soft lips, storm eyes, and a tension in her step that betrayed everything she tried to hide.
By Randolphe Tanoguem7 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: The Disturbance
Orange strands of fiery delight painted the horizon. This golden bleeding over the jagged horizon of the Four Corners gave the desert a violent infernal glow.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Specter of La Sirene del Crescente. Top Story - July 2025.
I rubbed the inky residue off the tip of my finger with a napkin and pursed my lip casually. The commission was done, but something seemed missing – and I knew it was more than the absence of my artist signature in the right-hand bottom corner. I narrowed my eyes and continued to peer at the image I’d created – the morphing edges of grey, black, and white somehow seeming to shift across the page as I stared back at it.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter One
The story between Yennia and Khand is marked by emotional complexity and quiet heartbreak. What began as a friendship gradually evolved into a situationship characterized by one-sided devotion, blurred boundaries, and unspoken love that lingered for years. Khand's deep affection for Yennia was steady and unwavering, while Yennia leaned on him not out of romantic desire, but for comfort, support, and escape. This connection, both painful and persistent, revealed itself in cycles of closeness and distance, apologies and silence, always simmering beneath the surface of something that was almost, but never quite more.
By Neshzivne Dadirri7 months ago in Chapters
Windchimes
In the breeze, they tinkle like faerie bells, hanging down from their hook. They soothe and relax you, the sound of nature, which lets your mind surf on the gentlest wave of sound.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Chapters
The Enchantment
It happened I became enchanted, and my spirits rose, and my heart was filled with love. It was as if magic had entered my bloodstream and flowed through me like a stream of enlightenment.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 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 Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
In The Land Of Grey And Pink
Here you are in the Land of Grey and Pink, a place of magic and ghosts, or are there fae, hiding themselves from human eyes?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 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
🌌 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 Collective8 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 Vanilla8 months ago in Chapters