Fantasy

The Dust Bunnies are Revolting!
Seeing the loose way people use the word “hate” these days, I guess can say that I hate a lot of things. I hate soggy spinach. I hate dark rooms. I hate visiting relatives I don’t like, just because they’re sick. But nothing, nothing matches the hate I have for dust bunnies. They are vile, evil little things. I will do everything I can to wipe them out.
By Kimberly J Egan4 days ago in Fiction
The Knight Who Knew My Name
That night began like most others. Rain tapped steadily against the window with a flash of lightning and the sound of thunder filling the silence of the city. A small silhouette moved toward my door. I reached for my revolver out of habit and took a drag from my cigarette, not knowing if it would be my last. A soft knock came; a figure in a soaked trench coat stepped into my office. Water dripped onto the floor, already forming a puddle.
By Emma Mark4 days ago in Fiction
Dragon's Breath
Zorb checked the calculations on the dash as his ship zoomed through space. His controls went crazy as he entered the meteor field. Lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking the fragile ship. As the crew hit the ground, the instruments flickered as they dove into an odd planet. Its fields were green and lacked any bases. The strange planet seemed simple, and yet Zorb still kept his guard. The land was empty until a small creature, ridden by a new species, appeared. Zorb walked out of the opening wearing his galactic translator.
By Sarah Danaher4 days ago in Fiction
Pending Approval
Michael stared numbly at the flickering icon on his screen. How long had it been? When was lunch? Wait…he just had lunch. Or was that yesterday?
By Adam Kolozetti4 days ago in Fiction
A Love Forboding. Top Story - January 2026.
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
Stabilized Violence
I wasn’t sure which one woke me up after the last city-wide reset—light from the garage’s last bare bulb glinting off bullets, or the crackling hum of electricity of the pock-marked walls. Maybe it was sulfurous smoke left by the guns.
By Jennifer Mckinney4 days ago in Fiction
The Snowblower
"I knew they would come out with a robot snowblower eventually. Alright, I hate shoveling snow and I hate the cold, period. I don't like pushing a snow blower, although it beats shoveling."
By Susan Payton4 days ago in Fiction
Fae on the Run
A clawed hand, drenched in flame, swiped at Winter Maple. She felt the intense heat as it missed her by inches. “Keep moving!” Shaded Moss shouted. “We are nearly there!”
By Bryan Warrick4 days ago in Fiction
The Ghent Files: A Faerie Simple Conundrum
You know it's going to be a long day when you get a work call in the wee hours of the morning. Only, in my line of work, long days have a habit of being just a bit more than you bargained for. I hardly ever get these sorts of calls, anymore. Since getting my license about five years ago, it's been pretty smooth sailing: lost keys and rings, unfaithful spouses, the odd haunted basement or demonic possession. You know: simple jobs.
By Ian Read4 days ago in Fiction
Spellslinger
The desert stretches its dry mouth out before me, dust filling my lungs as the light filters from the sky. I can see, just barely, the outlines of the next town on the horizon, and I lean forward and stroke Silas's mane. "Almost there, boy," I whisper, hoping the heat of the bodies I sense with the probing fingers of my magic isn't an illusion. This inhospitable land can do strange things to a person over time, and I've already been on the road for days.
By Raistlin Allen4 days ago in Fiction
The Arrow in the Dark
It was the kind of night that made the rain taste like old iron and bad omens. The kind of night where even the streetlamps seemed to hunch their shoulders and mind their own business.
By Carolyn Sternes5 days ago in Fiction
A magical mess in the cyber city of Neonopolis
A magical mess in the cyber city In the not-so-distant future, where hoverboards zoomed alongside flying taxis and augmented reality was a common as a cup of coffee, the city of Neonopolis pulsed with an electric energy. It was a place where tech ruled supreme, and the only magic people believed in was the kind that came with a software update. But thanks to its tech-savvy citizens, the real magic was just a glitch away.
By Jazell carrasco5 days ago in Fiction