Fantasy

What A Clown. Top Story - January 2026.
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin 9 days ago in Fiction
The Wickfield Husbands
I thought I was lost, when I suddenly saw the sign, Wickfield Rhode Island, and I turned my wheel to exit the interstate. I felt butterflies in my stomach, as I didn't know what to expect. However, I was on my way to the job interview of a lifetime, and I was elated and apprehensive all at the same time.
By Susan Payton9 days ago in Fiction
The spell that turned land to darkness - Part 2. Content Warning.
Blake. His name, a whisper in my mind. A single word that seemed to rattle the very essence of my beating heart. My bones turned fluid, and I could barely stand, could barely breathe. The air felt drier somehow. I needed to escape this place, but the rope bit into my skin, marring my wrists and making me bleed. I could almost taste the iron on my tongue.
By Minou J. Linde9 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 30
“We’ve almost made it back to the mountain range where the giants live!” Jovie said. She had fluttered down and was hanging onto one of the giant’s large legs. She was near Queen Finyellë now.
By Rowan Finley 10 days ago in Fiction
In the Dark
Icy blue eyes stared at me through the darkness. The fact that I could see these eyes so clearly in the darkness sent shockwaves up my eleven-year-old spine. I had just woken up from a rather intense nightmare, incidentally about some creep that was watching me at the foot of my bed. ‘’I can see you,’’ I whispered.
By DJ Robbins10 days ago in Fiction
The First Echo
Once, the world was alive but silent. Beasts roamed, flowers blossomed, and streams meandered without knowing their time-worn fate. Each living being was like an apparition, seeming to carry on in life's cycle but never genuinely living.
By J.M.10 days ago in Fiction
The Whispering Lantern
In the heart of Eldermoor, a village eternally wrapped in fog and silence, time seemed to stretch like the shadows that spilled across the cobbled streets at dusk. The cottages leaned into one another, their chimneys curling gentle spirals of smoke into the gray sky, but the true mystery lay beyond the village’s edge: the Lantern Tree.
By Omid khan10 days ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box. Top Story - October 2024.
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
By Stephen A. Roddewig10 days ago in Fiction
The Sheriff
"Move aside. I say, move aside!" My deputy barks at the crowd. "It's the sheriff," people whisper. "Move, make way." I usually hate when people whisper like this - like I'm dangerous, like I'm going to harm anyone for standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
By Noelle Spaulding 10 days ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Crime. Top Story - January 2026.
The courtroom is a stiff, municipal box. The kind of place where people argue about fences and parking violations. The witch sits at the defense table, hands folded, expression neutral.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher11 days ago in Fiction
Kings
He stood Majestic, strong, magnificent of stature and regal in grace. King Mazzula's keen eyes survey the grassy knoll overlooking the serene valley of his kingdom. The scene is bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the landscape. The king's eyes sparkle with intelligence and wisdom, reflecting the beauty and tranquility of the surroundings. In one's vivid and poetic imagination, this is a painter's canvas, a painting with meticulous attention to detail and a touch of whimsy. Soft, diffused lighting enhances the magical atmosphere, creating a sense of wonder and tranquility.
By Antoni De'Leon11 days ago in Fiction
The Curious case of The Temporal Anomaly.
Sherlock Holmes arrived at King’s Cross Station with precious few minutes to spare. He planned on boarding the 10:17 train to Highbury Street...but he stepped onto the curious new Platform 8.5 with a raised eyebrow. The brass placard looked freshly bolted, the numbering illogical. Even the air felt wrong - a faint scent of hot iron and sagebrush drifting where London fog should have been.
By Novel Allen11 days ago in Fiction