The path unraveled ahead, barren and silvered by moonlight, when the air suddenly sang. Not with sound, but with light—a shimmering resonance that made my breath catch. She stood there, radiant and impossible, her form neither solid nor spectral but something more. Death was no skeletal wraith. She was seraphim-wrought, her wings vast and iridescent, feathers bleeding into starlight. Her face—oh, ...

In the shadowy reaches of the world between the Northern and Eastern Kingdoms, where the craggy peaks claw at the heavens, there dwelt a Nephilim named Methariel. As a mystic of the North, gifted with prophetic visions, Methariel foresaw the devastating flood that El Olam would send to cleanse the world of its corruption—a divine reset in response to the chaos sown by Lumasariel and his dark legio...

Once there was a young bird, small and brave,

Who dwelled beside a hidden stream’s wave

In the warm heart of Equatorial Guinea.

In his village, tales stirred of a land afar

Where people celebrated Christmas under a northern star.

Compelled by stories of a transformative night,

The little bird decided to take flight

To see this Christmas with his own eyes,

Despite being told, “Such dreams are unwi...

He could make any child laugh without a stop,

He had such wit, uniquely his own crop.

His face painted and a violin in his grip,

It sounded so-so, yet drew laughter from the lip.

Deep down, however, he was filled with gloom,

Thought painting his nose was a ridiculous costume.

He preferred the thrill of a death-defying leap,

And longed instead to be

A tightrope walker, hearing cheers

On the stage,...

In a world increasingly shadowed by chaos and despair, Matthias—a man deeply troubled by the escalating violence and moral decay around him—found himself walking the weathered paths of his city at dusk. The streets, once filled with laughter and the bustling of daily life, now echoed with the cries of the forgotten and the pain of the broken. The sight of young lives wasted and children abandoned ...

The air in the Library of Echoes was dense with the scent of decaying books. For centuries, the repository had been untouched by human hands, sealed in glass domes that preserved the remnants of the world before the Collapse. Jera, a researcher from Sector 13, carefully pulled the ancient tome from its resting place, its leather-bound cover cracking under her gloves. The title, written in faded in...

Darius had lost everything: his job, his home, and now his dignity. Eviction had come swift and ruthless, leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back and his loyal dog, Maxie. Together, they wandered the city streets, cold and defeated.

Maxie, a scruffy, golden-haired mutt, trotted beside him, her tail wagging despite their dire situation. Darius envied his dog’s optimism.

“Look at us,” ...

On a crisp autumn evening, Lucas Henderson, an experienced hunter, trekked through the dense woods that crowned the shores of the Great Lakes. His family’s cottage stood nestled deep within these ancient groves, a haven away from city life. The lake’s waters, glimmering under the last slivers of sunset, whispered promises of solitude and peace.

Lucas had planned this trip for weeks, craving the q...

I didn’t know how I got there or when it happened, but suddenly, I found myself standing before a narrow path under the harsh glare of the midday sun. There was no way to turn back, no other route to take. On either side of the path yawned a great abyss, shrouded in an impenetrable light. No bottom was visible. The only choice was to move forward.

So, I walked. I couldn’t say for how long. My usu...

It started with a discovery I should have left alone. While unpacking in my new Victorian home, I stumbled upon an old, hidden door in the basement. Its edges were flush with the stone wall, and only a faint outline betrayed its existence. The cold, rusted handle resisted at first but then turned with a low groan, sending shivers up my spine.

Behind the door was a staircase spiraling into darknes...