Fantasy

Just Feel
He opened his eyes. He felt the lone bead of sweat roll down his cheek from his forehead as his breathing became heavy. He could feel grains of sand in between his toes as he moved slowly, trying to feel where he was.
By Joshua Maggsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
While Rohan was in the living room sorting through various supplies in the wheelbarrow, Gertrude was in the kitchen straining spaghetti noodles. She opened a can of tomato sauce and found a jar of parmesan cheese in the refrigerator. She set the table for her and her brother the way she had always done every night for her mother. They had chores. Her chores included setting the table, clearing the table of the dishes, putting the clean dry dishes back in the cabinet, and sweeping. Her brothers chores included taking the garbage out, helping Mom bring groceries in and put them away, cleaning the bathroom, and general maintenance when Dad wasn't around like changing light bulbs or making sure the grass or snow wasn't blocking the driveway. They were good obedient children. They believed in God and they loved their parents. They had been taught well at home and in school even though Rohan had only begun 4th grade and Gertrude had just started 2nd grade. They were intelligent children, excelling in their school studies without complaining about the various disciplines they were being taught.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Lost Echoes
Lila wandered deeper into the forest, the towering trees casting long shadows over the moss-covered ground. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the quiet hum of life hidden just out of sight. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, though every time she turned, no one was there. The deeper she went, the more the world around her seemed to shift—branches seemed to sway in rhythm with her movements, and the distant sound of running water became clearer.
By Motivatepath about a year ago in Chapters
The Cursed House
The Cursed House: Beyond the White Wall In a small village surrounded by green hills and dense forests, there stands an old, abandoned house overlooking the village from the top of a hill. This house, known as "The Cursed House," holds terrifying secrets and strange tales passed down through generations. The white wall surrounding the house is not just an ordinary wall—it is a gateway to a world of mystery and horror. This story delves into the secret of that white wall and the curse that has turned the house into an unbearable place.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
Rohan was 9 and his sister Gertrude was 7 when they lost their parents. The year was 1970 when the tragedy happened and the siblings became orphans on the run. They had been living in Branchville, New Jersey in a lovely 3-bedroom house with their parents - Stefan and Gretchen Hamberg. They were a happy family. Everything seemed just right. Stefan had a good job as a trucker. Gretchen took care of the home and children. Rohan and Gertrude rode the bus to school Monday through Friday. On Sundays, Stefan was always home for morning church and evening dinner. Life was good. Until the dreadful August day. It was the last date that Rohan would remember for any significant reason. August 18th, 1970. That was the day when Stefan and Gretchen were murdered.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shadow Wolf - Part 9
Racing through the tunnels, his feet pounded on the stone floors as he followed her scent. Desperation filled him, fearing for her safety. Suddenly, it hit him like the proverbial lead balloon. The minute he rescued her, he’d be part of the resistance. Was he ready to be a traitor?
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
The Night of Struggle
The Night of Struggle: Breaking into a Mysterious Doorless House! On a cold autumn night, with the sky overcast and the wind howling like hungry wolves, a group of adventurous friends decided to explore a mysterious house that was the subject of many terrifying tales. This house was unlike any ordinary home—it had no doors! Yes, a house without doors, as if it were challenging anyone who dared to enter. That night became a night of struggle between fear and courage, reality and imagination, truth and legend.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Last Coffee
The Last Coffee: A Birthday Gift Full of Secrets! In a world filled with small details that carry profound meanings, coffee emerges as more than just a daily beverage. It is a daily ritual, a moment of reflection, and perhaps a means of connecting with oneself or others. But what if coffee were transformed into a gift? Not just any gift, but a birthday gift filled with secrets and unspoken emotions? This is exactly what we will explore today: "The Last Coffee: A Birthday Gift Full of Secrets!"
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
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Los Angeles has been battling a spate of wildfires across the region over the past week. Among these, one of the biggest is the Palisades Fire that has burned swathes of the region into cinders. The raging fires have taken at least 11 lives in Los Angeles so far and gutted more than 10,000 structures, leaving over 180,000 people under evacuation orders as of January 12, 2025.
By Maxamed Sharifabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shadow Wolf - Part 8
Why the hell did Sani rush out and leave him all alone? He was pissed at her as he stood in the middle of the room. She better be coming back soon, or she'd never hear the end of it. Was this any way to treat your best friend? He didn't think so as he walked across the room to check the door.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
Threads of the Past
When Guy left for a few more hours of sleep, Blank and Eridin settled at the stern, keeping a watchful eye on the ship trailing the horizon.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
It Eats the Light
In spite of the tired she could feel deep in her bones, sleep would not come. Klara lay on a rolled-out sleeping bag on the floor, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, wondering if she was still awake or just dreaming that she could not sleep. The latter was worse than no sleep at all. It happened sometimes, more frequently in the last six months. She would lay there, looking at the different shades of blue created by the mix of moonlight and darkness, feeling like she was floating through the depths of the ocean, and wonder whether she was asleep and dreaming or dreaming of sleep.
By Adebisiabout a year ago in Chapters