Fantasy
The Blue Circle of Love. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Drop The cargo plane flew low over Erangel, growling like an old beast forced to keep flying long after it should have retired. Cabin lights trembled, reflecting off helmets and tactical vests. Some passengers sat in silence. Some stared blankly at the steel floor. Others studied folded maps they already knew by memory. Just another online game with the same play and the same vibe, but way too advance like and online game app. But today something really is different, something that could shake the entire game platform.
By Luke Dreayry14 days ago in Fiction
The Mermaid Who Was Mourned
The yearly Mourning Procession was one of the most important gatherings of the Nesirkie Merpeople. The event was their way of paying homage to a fallen sister who would never have a resting place in the sea. To the Mer, this was a fate far worse than death itself.
By Justiss Goode14 days ago in Fiction
The Inversion
March 30th, 2027: The Day the World Turned Inside Out No one screamed. That was the first strange thing. On March 30th, 2027, the sun rose in the west. Not dramatically. Not in a cinematic blaze. It simply appeared where it did not belong — quiet and confident, as if it had always preferred that direction.
By Flower InBloom14 days ago in Fiction
Worldbuilding: Alternate Realities
Just a little bit of Sunday evening worldbuilding for my upcoming dark fairy novel. Yes, fairies are real, they can be vicious, they are not human AND they are biological creatures (albeit with the ability to produce all kinds of dangerous magic).
By Brian Loo Soon Hua14 days ago in Fiction
Dr. Seuss Wrote Children's Books But He Had No Children
If I asked you who Theodor Seuss Geisel was, you would probably shake your head in dismay. However, if I told you I was referring to Dr. Seuss, you would say, "Oh, yes, my children have books written by Dr. Seuss."
By Margaret Minnicks15 days ago in Fiction
Unto The Child
I never knew what to say, so eventually I stopped saying anything. People accepted my silence so easily, as if they had forgotten they had ever heard my voice. Since I could reply, there was no need to hear the endless voices around me. I shut them out and met conversation and connection with silence and vacant stares. It didn’t take long for people to accept that, too. I was alone in the world, like a moving art piece. People saw me and moved along, recognizing I was not one of them. Understand without knowing that I couldn’t contribute on any level to the lives they were leading.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey15 days ago in Fiction
