Fantasy

Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
Amelia and the Secret in the Moon
Far to the North, where the sun sleeps for much of the year, lived a little girl, Amelia. She lived with her father but he was often gone hunting over the frozen artic steppes. With no other children to play with she found herself making friends with the small animals of the Tundra: a lone baby reindeer who lost its mother, a small arctic fox, and an owl. Most of the time she was alone and she spent her time taking care of the house and using her imagination to keep her company.
By Eda Marie2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 6
In a dazed confusion the Librarian slowly walked to the manic boy. When he stood over him, he lifted his mask and rubbed his eyes. Fluke paused his laughter trying to catch his breath and opened his eyes to see the man with a look of confusion on his face.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 5
Fluke's body was screaming in pain after two continuous hours of chopping at the tree. Sweat was soaking through his clothes, streams of it ran down his back and arms. Luckily, his mask seemed to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, though when he exerted himself, he felt the hot air build up behind the mask, threatening to suffocate him. With shaking arms, he set the axe against the tree and walked to the stump to sit for a few minutes in the shade of the clearing. Looking down at his shaking hands he noticed that blisters had already formed and broke on each of his palms. The sweat threatened to slide into his open sores and burn him, but he rolled his sleeves up and let the cool breeze wash over him. His shoulders ached, his back ached, his thighs and calves burned, and he steadied his breath enjoying the cool forest air.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 4
Fluke's eyes widened at the new stat: Resonance: 1.9 He had no idea what it could mean but he felt excited to try it out. Sitting up on the bed, he began to try and focus his energy like he had done in his dreams. Letting out a long slow breath, he focused on the sensation in his right index finger. His mind instantly began to feel the slight buzzing energy that was normal for any part of his body. Slowly, he felt that energetic buzz building up and concentrate down in the pad of his finger. The energy began to go beyond just a vibration, now turning to heat, which made Fluke almost panic. Concentrating again, he began to spread his focus to the rest of his hand, the heat now expanding with the electrical energy. Letting the energy swirl in the palm of his hand, Fluke opened his eyes to see if he could visualize what was happening. But sadly, there was nothing to visualize at first. An icon appeared in his masks vision; it was just a simple eyeball symbol. Trying not to break his concentration, he focused for a moment on the symbol and suddenly it was as if he could see so much more of the world.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 3
"What do you mean I will be able to guide and track my resonance?" Fluke now was reaching to his toes, pulling the energy up to his core. His resonance seemed to grow with use, what was at first like yarn being pulled inside his arms and legs, now felt like a light blanket.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 2
Fluke was stunned with confusion, and his face must have made that apparent. "It's rude kid. Unless you get permission. Do you let anyone come up and pat your head?" The rabbit raised a paw and smacked the boy between the eyes to assert his point. The rabbit retreated a step, cocked his head and then raised an eyebrow at the boy. Stunned into silence Fluke didn't know how to respond, just letting his jaw drop.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal
When the memorial to the fallen came to a close, Fluke came to the side of the Librarian and offered him support. The stubborn man waved the boy away, and they slowly walked back to their prisoner. Q had been left to watch over their captive, and they could see the large golem still looming over him with a constant vigilance. Breaking away from his mentor, who now shambled back towards the village, Fluke went to check on his automaton friend.
By Everett Scaife2 days ago in Fiction
Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Fiction
Table Eleven
Tony claims he has COVID, so I've got a double shift. Most nights have been pretty busy this month. People seem to be living it up while they can. The news is nasty, and getting worse. Most of my customers eat and drink too much, tip well and behave, though they get louder when the beverages take effect. I don't mind.
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam2 days ago in Fiction
The Library Beneath the World
For most people, libraries were quiet places filled with books and silence. But for Adrian, libraries were doorways. He had spent much of his childhood wandering between shelves, running his fingers along dusty spines, imagining that each book contained a hidden world waiting to be discovered. Stories fascinated him not just because they entertained him, but because they felt real—almost alive.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction