Science Fiction & Fantasy

Being created is painful. As I lay there, thinking my very first thoughts, trying to see through the red haze that was my vision, I felt rough hands grab me and set me into a square room, with thin ... [+]

There was a death, a fortnight ago. A noble with an army of paid mercenaries at his back, all gone in one night. Yet, no one heard the clashing of blades or the cries of combat. Some say it was a ... [+]

His heart is made of steel. I could touch it if I wish. But do I? 

As if he can read my thoughts, Talus turns under the sheets, his eyes sliding open. I try to look at his nose, but the ... [+]

Walking around the town of Paradise in northern California you will see the skeletons of burned down cars. You will also see the remains of houses sticking up from the ground burned black and ... [+]

She slows to a stop, her breaths ragged and sharp in a way that seems like it would hurt. She checks behind her, once, twice, before collapsing on the ground. Her eyes close for a moment, and then ... [+]

Hiking over the leftover rubble from the calming storm was tiring, and as disastrous as the storm that had finished its tirade about three hours ago. Grunts and moans from the heat and hunger ... [+]

TO:

Korede Ade-Barnes [Pronounced: Core-Dae Ah-Dae Bawnz]

Gwazi isigodlo [ Gwazi Palace {Zulu Translation: The palace of the warrior who is an expert of the spear }]

Noxolo [Xhosa ... [+]

Transmission Received.

This is a transmission coming to you from the year 2119.

 The world in which humans live in is now swimming in deserts and is plagued with heat. Climate change had ... [+]

I have a short story to tell. It’s about an odd experience I had yesterday. I’m hoping to find someone who has had a similar altercation, or at least some insight into what had happened. It all ... [+]

Eggs benedict, side of fruit, French toast if I’m feeling really bad, and the bottomless margs. You cannot forget the bottomless margaritas. I’m pretty sure brunch was created because of ... [+]

It was the dawn of a Sunday afternoon in sleepy New Haven, Connecticut as Camila Hill made her way to the Esprit Café for weekly brunch with her ailing father. Their long-standing brunch tradition ... [+]

Behind the humble stone cottage loomed an ancient forest. The yellowing trees towered over the small squirrels and chipmunks that skittered along the forest floor. It was fall in this forest and as ... [+]