Fantasy

Unsought Visitor
A hissing, sparkling vibration appears abruptly, sound and luminescence generating within the dreary dwelling where silence and shadow were my only companions. Dilating in intensity and dimension a lucent bead hum, gyrating wildly, growing larger and kaleidoscopic with each rotation. Sudden obscurity as a mysterious, soft, pliant material envelopes the globe possessively. A floral fragrance burst from the greedy clasp of the yielding substance, as it secrets the sphere from view.
By Kami R. Taylonsabout 12 hours ago in Chapters
Lyra. Content Warning.
Lyra Rivers pressed her forehead against the cold glass of the bus window, counting the city lights as they blurred past. Sixteen foster homes, three cities, zero answers. Her fingers clenched around the old locket in her pocket, gripping it so tightly the metal left an imprint on her skin.
By Alexis Whiteheadabout 12 hours ago in Chapters
How the human brain creates time in the absence of a clock
According to a recent study, the brain develops our sense of time through a series of unique processing processes across several brain regions rather than relying on a single internal clock. This discovery reinterprets time perception as something that is created gradually rather than being quantified.
By Francis Damia day ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 12. AI-Generated.
The road into Arlein stretched long and silent beneath the dim glow of early dawn. As the golden sunrise lit the eastern sky, an eerie feeling hung in the air.
By Luke Dreayry2 days ago in Chapters
Chapter one
The memory was still fresh in my brain, it felt like yesterday. I looked down at the living jewelry curling around my wrist making its way up to dance through my fingers.
By Acacia Z3 days ago in Chapters
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 4). AI-Generated.
Every hair on my body rose as David’s eyes locked onto mine. It wasn’t fear that hit me first — it was recognition. Not of his face, but of the feeling washing over me. My body wouldn’t move. Not an inch. The paralysis wasn’t shock or instinct. It was precise. Intentional. A force aimed directly at me.
By Lorenzo Bland3 days ago in Chapters
Fall From Grace
Slipping my hand to separate olive brown curtains but a fraction, enough only for a sliver of sunlight to penetrate a corner of my self imposed prison. My eyes rest upon needlepoint as a pang of loss stabs, as if I was plucked from my old life and discarded into my present life. My amber eyes trace my stitchwork, 'Amelia' stitched lovingly in calligraphy with gold embroidery thread. A pattern, once so proud of designing, now lay forgotten on my favorite sitting chair. My name floated above a beautifully shaped feminine hand done in a satin stitch, with viny morning glories wrapping around each digit. Vines transitioning nonchalantly into dangling gold chains dripping with small teardrop emeralds, as though the stem weeps through the Victorian French filigree, magically transforming into precious stones. Sighing, with a heavy heart, as my eyes sweep my beloved hand carved walnut Victorian antique chair, upholstered in gold and gingerly sprinkled with ivory flowers, yet awaiting my return as though shaming me for being away so long. Grandmother's Edwardian cut crystal lamp's beauty hides under a dusty layer, the lone survivor of a set, she purchased as a newlywed, rest upon a vintage walnut end table on top a champagne crocheted doily.
By Kami R. Taylons3 days ago in Chapters
The Cave Part 11. Top Story - April 2026.
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
By Jamye Sharp4 days ago in Chapters
Trump’s Historic Speech Signals Turning Point
Trump’s Historic Speech Signals Turning Point In a dramatic address that captured global attention, Donald Trump delivered remarks suggesting that the United States may soon move toward ending its conflict with Iran. The speech, filled with a mix of confidence and caution, has left analysts debating whether it represents the start of a genuine de-escalation or merely a strategic maneuver.
By Wings of Time 6 days ago in Chapters
Middle East Power Realignment
Middle East Power Realignment The Middle East is undergoing a major geopolitical transformation. Energy routes, nuclear tensions, and shifting alliances are changing the balance of power in ways that could influence global politics for decades. Countries in the region are not only competing for influence but also redefining strategic partnerships, security frameworks, and economic priorities.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Chapters
Iran Nuclear Tensions and the Global Power Shift
Iran Nuclear Tensions and the Global Power Shift The geopolitical landscape of the Middle East is entering a new and dangerous phase as concerns grow over Iran’s nuclear program, potential military escalation, and shifting global alliances. Discussions among diplomats, military analysts, and international media increasingly revolve around one critical question: Is the world moving toward a new confrontation centered on Iran’s nuclear ambitions?
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Chapters
We Said Forever… But Meant Goodbye
Some promises feel eternal… until they quietly fall apart. BY: Ubaid We used to say “forever” like it was something we could hold in our hands. Like it was real. Like it was ours. I still remember the first time you said it. We were sitting on that quiet rooftop, the city lights flickering below us like distant stars. You looked at me with that soft smile—the one that always made me feel like I was home—and you whispered, “No matter what happens, it’s you and me. Forever.” And I believed you. God, I believed you with everything I had. At first, it felt easy. Love always does in the beginning. Late-night calls, endless laughter, shared dreams about a future we hadn’t even built yet. We talked about everything—where we’d live, what our house would look like, even the names of kids we didn’t have. It felt so real. But somewhere along the way, things started to change. Not suddenly. Not loudly. Just… quietly. The calls became shorter. The texts less frequent. The laughter faded into silence that neither of us knew how to fill. I noticed it before you did—or maybe before you admitted it. I kept trying. I tried to hold on to the “forever” we promised. I reminded you of our dreams, our plans, the way we used to be. But every time I reached out, it felt like you were already slipping away. And the hardest part? You didn’t leave all at once. You left slowly. Piece by piece. Until one day, I realized I was the only one still holding on. I remember the night everything finally broke. We were sitting together again, just like that first time—but this time, the silence was heavy. Uncomfortable. The kind that presses on your chest and makes it hard to breathe. I looked at you, searching for something—anything—that reminded me of who we used to be. But your eyes… They didn’t look at me the same way anymore. “I think we’ve changed,” you said quietly. Changed. Such a simple word for something that felt like destruction. I wanted to argue. I wanted to fight for us, for everything we had built. I wanted to remind you of the promises we made—the “forever” we once believed in. But deep down, I already knew the truth. We didn’t mean forever. We just didn’t know it yet. Tears filled my eyes, but I forced a small smile. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Maybe we have.” And just like that, it was over. No dramatic goodbye. No shouting. No chaos. Just two people sitting side by side, pretending they were okay with losing everything they once called home. After you left, the silence became louder than anything I had ever known. Every place reminded me of you. Every song felt like a memory. Even the smallest things—the way you used to say my name, the way you laughed at your own jokes—haunted me. I kept asking myself the same question over and over: How can something that felt so right end like this? But the truth is, not all love stories are meant to last. Some are meant to teach you. And you… you taught me everything. You taught me how deeply I could love. How much I could give. How strong I could be, even when my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. But you also taught me something else. Something I didn’t want to learn. That sometimes, people say “forever” when they really mean “for now.” And that doesn’t make the love any less real. It just means it wasn’t meant to stay. It’s been a while since that night. I won’t lie and say I don’t miss you. I do. Sometimes more than I should. But I’ve started to understand something I couldn’t see back then. Loving you wasn’t a mistake. Believing in us wasn’t foolish. It was just… a chapter. A beautiful, painful, unforgettable chapter. And even though we said “forever”… What we really meant was goodbye.
By Ubaid 8 days ago in Chapters