Fantasy
Cui Bono
“This heist won’t work.” By Fredrick’s estimation, the look of bewilderment painting the face of the priest across the dingy tavern table didn’t make his statement any less untrue. To avoid his partner Grander’s inevitable stomp, Fredrick kicked his boots onto the table.
By Matthew J. Fromm13 days ago in Fiction
The Duelist. Top Story - November 2025.
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm13 days ago in Fiction
The Littlings
Rebecca was a woman, regardless of how she’d look to you. A tomboy grown up, she had long accepted she struck many as, in a word, “butch.” Thick, square, and barrel-chested, Rebecca absent-mindedly chewed her nicotine gum in wide, obnoxious, exposed openings of her mouth, stimming as she glanced down to her van dash-holstered phone displaying directions; she couldn’t hear her music with the text-to-speech on. Thankfully, for pedestrians and other drivers, she wasn’t long pulling into the driveway of that morning’s client; Janet Frost of 108 Glengreen Estates.
By Conor Matthews13 days ago in Fiction
Escape Heaven - in 3 easy steps.
Jemima had always imagined Heaven as a place of eternal serenity, a perfect realm where golden gates swung open to reveal glorious meadows, where angels strummed harps, and the purity of the heavenly air smelled like freshly baked celestial cinnamon rolls.
By Antoni De'Leon14 days ago in Fiction
A Patrol in the Woods
Sometimes, life’s problems can’t be solved with a glass slipper. Sometimes, you need a Nightingale. Or so our billboards proudly stated at every inn, city gate, and causeway that saw any sort of hoof traffic. Matter of fact, I came up with that slogan based on a previous assignment involving a sexual deviant and a very impractical piece of footgear, but you’d never know it considering the distinct lack of royalty checks my pigeons have brought me.
By Stephen A. Roddewig14 days ago in Fiction
The war between Alpha-A and Robot-I 🤖
The slightly mechanical voices caught my attention as I sat on the comfy barstool sipping my Mai Tai Tiki Cocktail. One had to lean in really close to hear the lilts and nuances of the speech in order to realize that the words were wholly humanoid in inflection.
By Novel Allen15 days ago in Fiction
The Archive of the Last Seed
The city of Orizon was a marvel of the 24th century. It was a vertical spire of silver and light that pierced the clouds, powered by the constant vibration of the atmosphere. Inside, everything was synthetic. The walls were made of self-healing polymers, the air was scrubbed to a perfect clinical scent, and the food was printed in 3D blocks of nutrient-dense protein. To the citizens of Orizon, "nature" was a high-resolution simulation you could project onto your bedroom walls if you were feeling nostalgic for a history you never lived.
By Asghar ali awan15 days ago in Fiction
