Fantasy

The Garden That Remembered Too Much
Rachel did not laugh. The word crystals hung in the air with a calmness that felt rehearsed— as if it had been spoken too many times
By Ibrahim 14 days ago in Chapters
The Guardian Chapter 8
Draco and Alexander terminated their link with Doctor Jason and continued their conversation. “I hope he’s all right, Draco.”
By Mark Gagnon15 days ago in Chapters
Crystal Banaba - 6
Linda smiled at Rachel understandingly. “I know it’s hard to accept, when you are as young and full of life as you are, dear,” she said. “But believe me, we old people know when our bodies start failing and torturing us with pains and aches. Many have no option of ending the misery on their terms. I’m glad we have this option here.”
By Lana V Lynx15 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 10. AI-Generated.
“Every game has a piece no one sees…” “The one that decides everything.” The underground laboratory felt colder than before.
By Luke Dreayry15 days ago in Chapters
The Cave Part 10
"The path to knowledge is a high road seldom taken without purpose," said the old man as we approached the small waterfall behind his home. I had watched its mingled frothing streams of white and gray cascading from somewhere higher in the mountain face, never considering it more than a life source to the pool of fish. Yet now as we came to its curtain of shimmering glass, Tharkin extended his hand with a yellow glow of light surrounding his fingers.
By Jamye Sharp16 days ago in Chapters
Mermaid Island: Experimenting With Murder (Chapter 1)
Chapter 1 Bruno raised his gun with only the slightest hesitation then quickly squeezed off three shots. The shots rang out loudly and were instantly followed by another sound. It was the thud of a body hitting the ground, but this time, the sound was drowned out by the constant roar of the waterfall.
By Justiss Goode16 days ago in Chapters
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 2). AI-Generated.
Dreams have a strange way of persuading you. Not with logic, but with longing. With the quiet conviction that what you see behind closed eyes could be real — if only reality would cooperate. People say that if you speak your desire boldly enough, if you pray with enough hunger, the universe eventually yields. Manifestation. God‑consciousness. Wishcraft. I’ve never fully believed in any of it.
By Lorenzo Bland17 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir Of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 9. AI-Generated.
Far away from the restless city of Arlein… Beyond the highways, beyond the crowded towns, and far from the silent war unfolding inside the Van Declaoria family…
By Luke Dreayry19 days ago in Chapters
The Quiet Shape of Strength
I used to believe that strength had a sound. Something loud. Something undeniable. Like footsteps that echo in empty halls, or a voice that never trembles no matter what it says.
By Ibrahim 20 days ago in Chapters
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had ‎BY: Ubaid I used to think strength was loud. It was the kind of thing you saw in movies—people standing tall, never breaking, never crying. Strength meant having all the answers, never doubting yourself, never feeling afraid. At least, that’s what I believed… until life proved me wrong. Because the strongest version of me? I didn’t even know it existed. It started on an ordinary morning that didn’t feel ordinary at all. My alarm rang like it always did, but I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, like something invisible was holding me down. The room was quiet, but inside my mind, everything was loud—doubts, fears, regrets. “You’re not good enough.” “You’re going to fail.” “You can’t handle this.” Those thoughts had been living inside me for a long time. I had just gotten used to ignoring them. But that day… I couldn’t. I sat up slowly, staring at the floor. My reflection in the mirror didn’t look like me anymore. It looked like someone tired. Someone lost. And for the first time, I admitted something to myself. “I’m not okay.” That sentence felt heavier than anything I had ever said before. Because saying it meant I couldn’t pretend anymore. For weeks, I had been trying to hold everything together—smiling in front of others, acting like everything was fine, convincing myself that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, I was breaking… quietly, invisibly. That day, something inside me shifted. Not dramatically. Not like a sudden burst of confidence or courage. It was smaller than that. Softer. But it was real. Instead of forcing myself to “be strong” the way I thought I should, I did something different. I allowed myself to feel. I cried. Not the kind of tears you quickly wipe away so no one notices—but the kind that come from deep inside, the kind that carry everything you’ve been holding in for too long. And strangely… it didn’t make me weaker. It made me feel lighter. That was the first time I realized something important: Strength isn’t about pretending you’re okay. It’s about being honest when you’re not. The days that followed weren’t easy. Nothing magically got better overnight. I still had bad days—days when getting out of bed felt like a victory, days when my mind tried to pull me back into that dark place. But now, something was different. I stopped fighting myself. Instead of ignoring my fears, I faced them. Instead of running from my problems, I took small steps toward solving them. And instead of expecting myself to be perfect, I gave myself permission to be human. One day at a time. That became my rule. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Just today. Some days, “strength” meant finishing all my work. Other days, it simply meant getting out of bed. And I started to understand… both counted. There was a moment—I remember it clearly—when everything truly changed. I was walking alone, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. For the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet. Not completely free of thoughts, but peaceful enough. And I realized something. I had survived. Everything I thought would break me… didn’t. The sleepless nights, the overwhelming pressure, the constant self-doubt—I had carried all of it. And somehow, I was still standing. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not confidently. But I was standing. And that’s when it hit me. The strength I had been searching for… was never something I needed to find. It was something I had been building all along. In every tear I allowed myself to cry. In every moment I chose to keep going. In every day I didn’t give up—even when I wanted to. That was strength. Not loud. Not obvious. But unbreakable. I used to think strength meant never falling. Now I know… it means getting back up, even when you’re not sure you can. And the most surprising part? You don’t always feel strong while you’re being strong. Sometimes, you feel scared. Sometimes, you feel lost. Sometimes, you feel like you’re barely holding on. But even then… you are stronger than you think. I am stronger than I thought. And maybe, just maybe… you are too.
By Ubaid 20 days ago in Chapters
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again BY: Khan There was a time when I believed I had everything under control. From the outside, my life looked steady—almost perfect. I had a job that paid just enough, a small circle of friends, and dreams that felt within reach. But beneath that carefully maintained surface, cracks had already begun to form. I ignored them, thinking they were temporary, something I could fix later.
By Khan 20 days ago in Chapters
Sacrifices for the Balance Chapter 9: Life on the Front
Percival has to deal with the cold war at home and finds a clue while Wendy does some research. As Percival walked into his trailer, he wasn't sure whether he should be amused or worried. Nier had wasted no time in putting up the obligatory “NO ENTRANCE” sign on his door. Establishing his territory. How cute. Roderick was planted in front of the television playing GTA5, next to him was a large bottle of beer and a bowl of pepperoni ends on the table, his go-tos on a rough day. It didn't take the skills of the tribe's best investigator to figure out why.
By Jamais Jochim22 days ago in Chapters