Fantasy

A House with Good Bones
The house was the strangest thing I had ever seen. The 'for sale' sign had come loose and hung lopsided, waving slightly in the wind. How unusual that the agent had never bothered to mention this lovely place, or make it a priority. As we drove by, she casually alluded to it, noting that it was on the bottom of her list, trying hard to pass it off as a joke, but not succeeding.
By Novel Allen25 days ago in Fiction
THE LAST ALGORITHM. AI-Generated.
The Archive sang its final song at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday that would never be recorded. Dr. Yuki Tanaka stood before the quantum core, watching fractals of light spiral through the crystalline matrix like stars being born and dying in microseconds. She had spent seventeen years teaching machines to think. Now, in the abandoned server farm beneath Old Detroit, she was about to teach one to forget.
By Alpha Cortex26 days ago in Fiction
Miko Beach
Callum sat on the stone wall, about 40 feet from the ocean. The sun was setting. He loved living by the beach, but more specifically, he loved living by this beach. This beach was almost perfect in so many ways. For one, few people came here, so he was often alone on his sunset viewings. It was also a very clean, quality beach, with naturally white sand and clear blue water. The thing was, nobody came to clean this beach, so it was an anomaly for it to be so pristine. In fact, it was almost otherwordly, because logically it shouldn't be possible on this planet for a beach to look this beautiful without heavy upkeep. But Callum liked that part of his beach, the mystery of it, so it never really seemed abnormal.
By Deepika Miryala26 days ago in Fiction
The Lindworm’s Mistress
Thora marched into her mother’s cottage, carrying a basket of freshly picked forest plants. “I overheard some huntsmen; everyone is talking about the Lindworm Prince seeking a bride.”
By Natasja Rose26 days ago in Fiction
Captain Kid vs Roronoa Zoro
Eustass Captain Kid is a Supreme King of proven strength. He departed his forsaken homeland after enacting a vengeful massacre. Roronoa Zoro is also a conqueror. He's gambled his life numerous times as if he enjoys tempting fate. Between these two powerful pirates however, there's One who reigns supreme over the other.
By Twilights Cavern26 days ago in Fiction
MISS WINCHELSEA'S HEART
Miss Winchelsea had long dreamed of going to Rome. For more than a month before her departure, she spoke of little else. She discussed Roman history, art, poetry, and famous graves as though she had personal ties to them. Some people admired her enthusiasm, but others found it excessive. A few even suggested that she was rather proud of “her Rome.” Still, Miss Winchelsea believed her passion was refined and intellectual, not boastful. She carefully prepared for the journey, selecting clothes that were sensible yet not obviously tourist-like. Even her red guidebook was hidden in a gray cover to avoid looking common. When the great day came, she stood at Charing Cross Station feeling dignified and adventurous.
By Amelia Miller26 days ago in Fiction
THE LAST CARTOGRAPHER. AI-Generated.
The drones hummed overhead like mechanical wasps as Kiera pressed herself against the crumbling wall of what used to be the Seattle Public Library. In her backpack, wrapped in lead-lined cloth, was contraband worth twenty years in a reformation camp: a hand-drawn map of the Exclusion Zones.
By Alpha Cortex26 days ago in Fiction
Medusa. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge. Top Story - March 2026. Content Warning.
Before the serpents coiled. Before the cavern was claimed as her dwelling. Before men, trembling beneath crested helms, came with swords raised in fear rather than valor.
By Luna Jordan26 days ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Zurich: A Symphony of Steel and Shadows. AI-Generated.
The rain in Zurich didn’t fall; it vibrated. It was a cold, microscopic mist that clung to the limestone facades of Bahnhofstrasse, turning the world into a blurred charcoal drawing. Elias Thorne stood in the shadow of a gargoyle atop a sixteenth-century clock tower, his breath blooming in the air like pale ghosts. He wasn't looking at the luxury watches in the windows below or the late-night trams clattering through the slush. His eyes were locked on the thermal signature pulsing from the fourth-floor window of the Steiner-Vogel Private Bank.
By Alpha Cortex27 days ago in Fiction
3:17 AM
The Last Message at 3:17 AM At exactly 3:17 AM, Daniel’s phone vibrated. He was awake. He had been awake every night at the same time for the past week.
By Zaid Muthanna27 days ago in Fiction
The Road to Paradise Pocket. Top Story - March 2026.
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier27 days ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Alexander had mixed emotions about reconnecting with someone he hadn’t seen since he was five. A lot had changed over the last thirteen years. Would Dr. Jason remember him, and had the doctor’s current life altered him since the last time they were together? Alexander was filled with questions for the Doctor. How had Jason managed to survive living among the Jinkinki and the Beast Masters, and was there anything left of the civilization he remembered as a boy? Probably the most important question Alexander could think of was, did the good doctor know how to destroy the evil invaders?
By Mark Gagnon27 days ago in Fiction