Fantasy
Before It Ends. Top Story - January 2025. Content Warning.
When we are children everything seems to have a conspiracy or scary story around it. We make up stories of the things that go bump in the night. We have such a naïve side that we often believe the stories we tell, exaggerating them more each time they are shared with our friends. Sometimes we make up stories based on bits and pieces that we hear the adults around us talking about, and other times we take actions based on those bits and pieces, not realizing what a mistake that can be.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Chapters
Life Of Oleg's #Chapter 3
As he continued on his way, Oleg came to new lands, where the wind blew slowly, enveloping the cauldrons in tangled mists. In the south of these lands a city was founded called Iskhod. The cities were tangled in the mists, their hearts cooled from the long-lost mothers who tore them away from joy.
By Rufer De Almao (Phd), Professor of Stanfordabout a year ago in Chapters
Life Of Oleg's #Chapter 2
The dazzling slopes were filled with chorus stars, like happy meadows and mountains, where Oleg was flying. He took his instruments and music and was ready to set off into the unknown, on a journey that could be long and difficult.
By Rufer De Almao (Phd), Professor of Stanfordabout a year ago in Chapters
Life Of Oleg's. AI-Generated.
In the miles of the whole world on the Green Planet, where they flew like dolls' staircases, there lived a small town called Radost. Every morning, this place was filled with the dawn, which tantalized over the mountains and illuminated the mountains with its warm light. The people in Radost were special - each had its own unique role, and each inhabitant of the town excelled in his talents and passion. On the square lived skilled artisans, musicians, and a baked bouquet of bakers' preserves. On the river bank the children were playing with yellow and blue-green chalk. And on the high hills the happy flocks were flocked under the stars.
By Rufer De Almao (Phd), Professor of Stanfordabout a year ago in Chapters
The Light at the End of the Hallway
The Light at the End of the Hallway In a small village surrounded by towering mountains, there stood an old house known as the "House of the Mysterious Light." The house had been abandoned for many years, but the villagers spoke of a strange light that appeared at the end of a long hallway inside the house every night. The light glowed with a warm golden hue, as if inviting anyone who saw it to come closer. However, anyone who attempted to approach it never returned.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Fractured Fates
Beneath the vast canopy of the cosmos, where time itself seemed to hum with life, the Great Hall of Chronos stood untouched by mortal decay. Its obsidian walls shimmered faintly, each surface etched with glowing runes that told the stories of titans and gods long past. The air was heavy with an ancient power, and in the heart of this hall, a presence stirred—deep, commanding, and uneasy.
By Daphne Nightroseabout a year ago in Chapters
Major Study Links 15 Factors to Early Dementia Risk
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By John Williamabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 3
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 2 On the security camera app installed on my cell phone, I watch the nothingness on the screen. In front of me, Farley walks across the bridge. It’s the same easy walk he’s had from since when we were kids. He doesn’t look back which makes it easy to take a moment and dip into my pixelated reverie. The cabin is black and grey except for the clump of dim white glow near the bottom corner of the screen. No sound comes from the room, no footsteps or crackling of a wood-burning fire from when Farley and I were kids. Even in the middle of the day, the room on the screen is midnight dark.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 2
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 1 I look to you, slumped in the corner, as if awaiting your approval. My one remaining eye has adjusted more now. I can see more than just your rubbery skin, neon with death in front of me, and the single, shiny eye of the camera. I can make out the moose head I know is there, the overstuffed loveseat, the long, leather sofa under Auntie Rachel’s watercolour paintings. The ones she made when she got brain cancer. I can see the radiation on those paintings, green and luminescent, sparkling like the snowy landscapes they depict. The radiation poured from her pupils as she transferred the images from her mind to the coarse paper. Snowy hills, like clean, fresh starts, the radiation underneath only visible to me. Like two weeks from now, when the tourism season will officially be over, when winter will come, and here you and I will be. The two of us, alone, at last. Like it should have always been.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
